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(Deep space within an unknown nebula is a planet with ancient ties to a past struggle known as Kaos. For reasons unknown the planet has become uninhabited, and the ones who knew of this struggle disappeared. As such the planet known as Kaos became forgotten to nearly all. However, it would be this planet where struggles anew would begin and the Universe would face a new trial of darkness.)

RUKIFELLTH, a young man with blue hair, black cloak and hat pries open a rusted door leading into and underground corridor. The sudden wooshing of air almost knocking him off his feet and his black hat off his head. He adjusts his attire and gives the corridor a long weary look before turning to address someone.)

RUK:

I’m having second thoughts about coming to this planet. When an entire planet is uninhabited, there is usually a very good reason for it.

He then looks around to find that he is alone, until a voice beckons to him from further up the corridor.

VOICE:

I’m going to leave you behind!

RUKIFELLTH rubs the bridge of his nose in irritation and sighs.

RUK:

Exasperated.

Why did I relent and let her come with me? If her folks find out, there’ll be no place in the universe I’ll be safe in…

Despite himself, RUKIFELLTH strides deeper into the corridor, but not before taking cursory glances at his surroundings. Once inside he finds himself nearly blinded by his partner’s flashlight which is being swished around haphazardly as she darts around and examines their surroundings.

RUK:

Lilith! Cut that out! At least give my eyes a minute to adjust before subjecting them to more pain!

LILITH, a bespectacled redheaded girl stops suddenly and has to adjust her glasses as they nearly fall off her face.

LILITH:

Energetically.

But it’s so awwwesome! Like, really! I’ve never been in ancient ruins before!

She beams at RUKIFELLTH.

LILITH:

Thanks for bringing me.

RUK:

Blush.

Well, you strong-armed me into doing so. Honestly speaking, I would have preferred to come on my own.

LILITH smacks him on the back.

LILITH:

We’re partners! Pirate partners! We have to do stuff like exploring and pillaging together!

RUK:

Amused.

And when exactly did we become partners?

LILITH:

I dunno…How about we commemorate our new partnership right after this mission then?

RUK:

I don’t just partner with anyone. I have an ambition to be the most powerful pirate in the Universe after all.

LILITH puffs her cheeks in annoyance.

LILITH:

Don’t be like that. We’ve been friends since we were younger, so I thought we were partners since back then.

RUK:

It’s true, I did have to come to your rescue quite often. Mostly because your father would have killed me if he found out something happened to you while in my care.

LILITH:

So…partners?

RUK:

We will see after this mission.

Despite her pouting, LILITH responds with a small nod and the two pirates continue down the corridor of darkness with their flashlights leading the way. Before long, they encounter a door with a shiny white stone in its center. The door has an intricate design with several –seven in total branches that lead from the jewel to different areas on it’s surface. RUKIFELLTH pats the door down with a gloved hand, only ceasing his examination upon reaching the stone in the center.

RUK:

I’m not sure why, but this stone gives me bad vibes despite it’s valuable looks.

LILITH:

I think I know what you mean, but we can’t really see much with it sticking out of the door like that. C’mon, and help me yank it out.

RUK:

What? No. We are not taking that thing anywhere.

LILITH:

Pouts.

But we’re already here! Plus you can’t deceive these eyes –I can tell you want to get a better look too!

RUK:

Fumbles

W—What I want to do is not important! Besides, that stone appears to have been lodged in there for quite some time. Perhaps we should return with back up and—

LILITH is already trying her luck.

RUK:

Seriously, you could at least give the courtesy of allowing me to finish my sentences before you ignore them.

LILITH:

Straining.

Wh-Whoa! It’s giving way! I can feel it moving!

RUK:

Surprised.

You’re kidding? You barely tugged it!

True enough the stone is slowly giving way as Lilith continues to pull. What she doesn’t notice is darkness pouring out from the hole where the stone once was. What starts off as a trickle becomes a downpour the more the stone is pulled out, and RUKIFELLTH who passively watches begins to panic.

RUK:

Lilith, I really think we should leave well enough alone….

LILITH:

Aaaaaalmost there!

RUKIFELLTH’s internal alarm begins to blare when he can see an ethereal arm probing it’s way out of the hole. LILITH has noticed now too, but is unable to free herself from her position. The arm reaches out to grab her when RUKIFELLTH takes action and tackles his partner out of the way.

RUK:

Watch out!

LILITH is wrenched free of the stone’s grip, where she has a front row seat as RUKIFELLTH is grabbed by the hand and dragged inside the far too small hole before he has a chance to struggle.

LILITH:

Rukifellth!! Come back!!

Her plea is met with cold, hard, silence. For a moment, LILITH is unsure of what is going on or what she should do next, but then a series of loud SLAMS against the door rock the corridor before returning to silence again. LILITH slowly stands up and slowly approaches the door, and as she draws close it flies open and RUKIFELLTH stands in the entryway, his hair and clothes disheveled, and his head bowed.

LILITH:

R-Ruk…?

Upon hearing his name RUKIFELLTH’s head slowly rises and meets LILITH’s anxious gaze with a red eyed demonic glare of his own. LILITH gasps and slowly steps backwards, tripping over a stone in her haste to leave. RUKIFELLTH stalks closer to her, his eyes red and his mouth dripping with saliva. LILITH tries to defend herself futilely with her hands, but RUKIFELLTH is undeterred and lunges at her. Just as he is about to make contact, the white stone radiates with a blinding light and shatters, the light engulfing the corridor and the two.

A new trial for the universe has now begun..

Episode one: Displaced in Space! Black hole Mystery?

Far from the unknown reaches of space where planet Kaos resides is Primus Star, a planet known for its bustling metropolis of different species of alien. It’s often said that if one can make a living on Primus they can make a living anywhere. Whether this is an ironic jest or sad truth is unknown, but life on Primus is easily divided between the “successful” the “not successful” and “those in-between”. Considering that the “in-between” is what makes up the bulk of the planet’s population, it wouldn’t be a stretch to say that the amount of unrest on the planet is quite high, and that rebellion in all shapes and forms occurs on a daily basis. This is a planet in need of heroes, but even they have trouble eking out a living between Good people doing bad things, and bad cops doing bad things to good people. It is here that a teenager from Bomber star has carved out a nitch for himself as both the people’s champ and public enemy number two.

A door slams and a white helmeted Bomber wearing jean shorts, a red jacket and a fairly new pair of goggles on his head steps out of a rundown apartment complex with a scowl as he uses his hand to visor out the sun beating above.

SHIRO:

Miffed.

Egh, I hate waking up early. Who needs all of this sunlight anyway?

SHIRO yawns and leaps down the length of the small stairway leading to the sidewalk. He fumbles around in his jacket pocket sleepily for a moment before producing keyring with one black key and what can be assumed are house keys and points it at a small zipcraft parked in front of the complex.

SHIRO:

I don’t even feel like eating this early in the morning..

He walks out onto the street to get into his zipcraft, just to nearly get hit by a minivan like spaceship. SHIRO shakes his fist angrily at the van, and rolls into his ship before he becomes a victim of oncoming traffic. Inside SHIRO grabs a pair of shades in a glove compartment, and warily eyes his seatbelt for a second too long before finally putting it on. He adjusts the mirror out of habit, and then starts the zipcraft which hovers a few feet off the ground and then launches onto the road. He eyes the clock on the dash that reads a resolute 10:48 AM, and notes to himself that he’s just barely pushing fashionably late, which is perfect.

SHIRO:

It’s only fair that if those old geezers are going to waste my time that I waste theirs in return. Maybe then they’ll get the hint and stop making me come to these things, oh and, to do their jobs.

SHIRO barely manages to stifle a chuckle at his own seemingly bad joke. He then winds down the window of the zipcraft and leans out the side, his jacket picking up the breeze as the metropolis of Primus comes into view. Primus’s metropolis has been around long enough that in its entirety it’s considered a historical landmark, and the dilapidated buildings on the outskirts of town are proof positive of this. Admittedly the city does get nicer and more modern the further one goes in, but the outskirts definitely have not aged well. These are –of course prime locations for ne’er-do-wells to conduct their underhanded business, something SHIRO has become quite familiar with.

SHIRO

Thinking.

That reminds me, I have to check the Bomberman Board for jobs later. I’m running a little low on funds, and it’s time for a pick me up.

He stops at a traffic signal and checks himself out in the mirror, not so much because he cares about his appearance, but it gives him a reason to waste just a little bit more time. Upon the signal’s change, SHIRO takes a left into the judicial district, where his final destination is located. He zips through the streets with reckless abandon like one who has gone through these very same motions often enough to know them without any real effort. SHIRO swings into the parking lot of the courthouse and very nearly hits a few vehicles on his way in, but with a few fancy maneuvers manages to slide in and right into an open spot. He rolls out of the zipcraft and whistles at his handiwork, surprised himself that it had been so smooth.

SHIRO:

And they said I’m reckless.

After a moment of acknowledging his work, SHIRO saunters toward the courthouse, minding his clock in an effort to drag out his arrival. They could bring the bomber to the courthouse, but they can’t make him go in, and even if they can somehow, they certainly can’t make him punctual. Inside the building he removes his sunglasses and waves absently to a female attendant at a desk near the entrance. The attendant gives him a weary look, and shakes her head.

ATTENDANT:

Back again are we?

SHIRO:

Grin.

They can’t keep a good Bomber down.

ATTENDANT:

The judges are super pissed this time, Shiro.

SHIRO:

Raises an eyebrow.

As opposed to every other time they’ve called me in here?

ATTENDANT:

No, seriously. The property damage aside, you publicly ruined their image. The Demalo brothers have been running wild for years, and you brought them in in an afternoon.

SHIRO:

Poses.

Not bad, huh? I would have done it in the morning, but I had to get my zipcraft license.

ATTENDANT:

Shaking head.

Some say that they were on the payroll of someone attached to the court. Now that they’ve been apprehended, they’ve got no choice but to open a formal investigation. Someone’s going to have to take responsibility for their corruption, and needless to say you’ll be in their cross hairs too.

SHIRO:

Scoffs.

I say bring it on. If they aren’t gonna clean up the streets, then I’ll do it as long as I get paid.

ATTENDANT:

Wryly.

How noble of you.

SHIRO shrugs and slides past the attendant.

SHIRO:

You should know by now that “noble” and “Primus” don’t belong in the same sentence.

The ATTENDANT watches SHIRO head down the hallway for a moment before picking up the phone and informing her bosses that he has arrived, and before long he has arrived at the end of the hall where a decorative door awaits. SHIRO clears his throat and taps the door three times very quietly, waits a few seconds and begins to leave when the door creeks open and a stern looking man leans out and catches him in half departure. SHIRO glances backward with a sheepish grin, turns around and walks into the room where two other people await. Once is a tall, blue skinned lanky alien with small eyes and a pointy head, another is a small round amphibian type creature, and the last is a human man who opened the door for SHIRO.

SHIRO:

Ah, so the gang’s all here huh?

The Blue skinned creature speaks with a nasally voice despite being the largest one of the three.

BLUE:

Don’t you dare make light of us child.

SHIRO:

I don’t really have to. You do a good enough job of that yourselves.

BLUE looks ready to throttle SHIRO, but the amphibian creature shakes his head. BLUE reluctantly takes a seat as the Human man begins to speak.

MAN:

While it is true that you have been…helpful in regards to crime in Primus, we cannot allow you to continue causing damage to the city.

SHIRO:

Puh-leeze. You guys are only concerned with the damage to your reputations.

SHIRO sits at the desk adjacent from the amphibian judge and kicks his feet up in the air as he leans back.

MAN:

Annoyed.

Did you come here simply to annoy us?

SHIRO:

Wearily.

Um, no? You guys called me here.

BLUE:

He means to PRIMUS, brat.

SHIRO:

I really don’t see how that’s your business. What is this, are you trying to get to know me before the long and pointless lecture? Are we on a date?

BLUE turns to the MAN and seethes.

BLUE:

How much more of this disrespect to we have to endure from him? Just throw him in jail and toss away the keys!

SHIRO:

Derisive laughter.

No, I don’t think you’ll do that.

The three judges simultaneously activate their death glares and focus them on SHIRO.

SHIRO:

Points at himself.

Haven’t you heard? I’m da’ people’s champ. You’d have a hard time convicting me of anything even if I were breaking the law. Furthermore, I’m already well aware that one of you guys was paying the Demalo bros. under the table. I couldn’t really be bothered to find out why exactly or who for that matter, though my bet is on you buddy.

SHIRO points at BLUE who snarls at him.

BLUE:

You….

SHIRO:

You seem awful trigger happy to sweep the problem; me, under the rug. Doesn’t seem like an illogical stretch to assume you’d hire assassins for dirty deeds done cheap. Or expensive, since the Demalos were actually pretty decent fighters, but decent doesn’t mean anything since they got beaten.

The other two judges give BLUE condescending looks and he shirks back from them.

AMPHIBIAN:

So what are you trying to say?

SHIRO:

Isn’t it obvious? You guys throw the friendly neighborhood crime fighter in the clink, and it’s all but admitting that you’re up to no good. I’m sure someone here will pull some strings and the investigation will be quashed, and you’ll be back to your corrupt ways by the time the Saturday edition of the paper hits. Throwing me in jail is a much bigger headache, yeah?

The three judges’ faces make it clear that it is a bitter pill to swallow, but SHIRO is telling the truth.

BLUE:

Do you think you’ll get away with this?

SHIRO:

Might wanna get with the program, because commercial break is over and the results are in. I already have gotten away with it.

MAN:

Sternly.

There will be a time where your rash actions will cause more harm than help.

SHIRO:

Nonchalantly.

Allrighty. I’ll be sure to reflect on my actions when that happens.

SHIRO stretches and hops out of the chair, and opens the door to leave.

AMPHIBIAN:

You’re right that we can’t do anything to stop you.

SHIRO pauses at the door without turning around.

AMPHIBIAN:

Primus is corrupt because people who can change refuse to, seeking convenience and instant gratification over perseverance. It seems to me that you’re choosing this life over what it is you really want.

SHIRO bristles and begins to ready a retort, but thinks better of it and closes the door with a surprising amount of gentleness. Outside he strides past the ATTENDANT who gives him a bewildered look without a word. He is silent as he comes to his zipcraft, unlocks it and slides in behind the wheel, staring out into space for a few silent moments before plunking his head into the steering wheel and growling out of frustration.

SHIRO:

Muffled by wheel.

Stupid…whatever he was. Hitting the bull’s eye like that….

SHIRO turns his head slowly and narrows his eyes.

SHIRO:

Punches steering wheel.

This is a pit stop, ya hear me? I’ll find that guy and show him who’s a “disappointment”!

The steering wheel begins to vibrate and SHIRO panics thinking that he broke something.

SHIRO:

Oh geez. This is a rental, and I haven’t hit up the Bombermanboard for new jobs…I can’t afford to pay a deductible right now!

The dashboard lights up and a phone number scrolls across the bottom, and it’s now SHIRO realizes that he is receiving a phone call.

SHIRO:

Relieved.

Oh. More like, that’s confusing! They shouldn’t make the cell phone option on this car so freaky!

SHIRO squints at the phone number and doesn’t immediately recognize it, so he becomes wary again. Eventually, the noise of the buzzing and the dash display lighting up is enough to make him pick up the phone out of pure annoyance, and upon doing so he is greeted by the familiar visage of a bomber like himself, but black in hue.

SHIRO:

Ah….Kuro.

KURO looks as if he was about to call back when SHIRO answered, as his finger is mere inches away from the end button on the receiver in his hand. He glances at SHIRO for a moment, and then blinks in surprise.

KURO:

S—Shiro? Is that you?

SHIRO:

As eloquent as always, bro.

KURO:

Hey, lay off. I’m just surprised you actually picked up the phone.

SHIRO:

Bro, don’t insult my intelligence. You called from a different number, so clearly you were expecting me to be caught off guard and answer. It’s either the base’s idea of espionage sucks, or you suck. I’m leaning toward the latter, to be honest.

KURO:

Miffed.

Well it worked, so you don’t get to talk smack to me.

The two glare at each other for a moment before quietly snickering and then laughing out loud.

KURO:

It’s nice to hear from you again, bro.

SHIRO:

Same here. Oh, oh! Check it out!

SHIRO takes out his wallet and produces a card with his likeness and information on it.

SHIRO:

I’ve got my zipcraft license!

KURO

Oh wow! That’s great, Shiro! Wait, are you in a zip craft now?

SHIRO:

Yeah, but it’s a rental. Gonna have to get the cash to buy my own ride later on.

KURO:

Still, that’s great. How long have you been driving?

SHIRO:

Only a few days now.

KURO:

Is that the newest model?

SHIRO:

Yup, Rear cams and everything.

KURO:

Whoa. Even if it’s a rental that’s impressive.

SHIRO:

I’ve been busting my butt for it. Getting a license was no joke though!

KURO:

I’ve heard. Cadet work at the base has been piling up lately or else I’d go get one myself.

SHIRO:

Haven’t you heard? Law doesn’t pay. I’ve been scooping jobs here and there on the Bomberman board. Meanwhile what do you get for being a legal eagle?

KURO:

Free room, board and the sense of fulfillment that comes from helping your fellow man?

SHIRO:

Waves his arm in the air.

Feh. Trivialities.

KURO:

Snickers.

Come to the light side. Our cookies don’t taste as good as the other side, but you can rest assured they were legally obtained.

SHIRO:

The real fun is stealing cookies and scarfing them down while running from the dude you snatched ‘em from.

KURO:

I’ll take your word for it. Though, taking jobs from the Bomberman board? there are some really nasty guys on there asking for some particularly nasty things. You haven’t had to, y’know…

SHIRO:

Snorts.

Bro, we use bombs. Even if I did do that sorta thing, and I haven’t, Would it be really out of place? In any case you can cool your fuse, I’ve only done reconnaissance and retrieval missions. I may not be overly particular about where my money comes from, but I certainly don’t want to work overly hard to get it.

KURO:

Relieved.

Hey! I’m looking out for our longtime friendship! How would I explain it to Granny Momo if my first mission as a Base graduate was to bring in her Grandson and my best friend?

Silence.

Congrats on getting your license. Took you long enough.

SHIRO:

Probably could have gotten it sooner if I felt like it. Space travel just didn’t seem like it was worth getting bent out of shape over.

KURO:

Amused.

Oh and what made you change your mind?

SHIRO:

Deadpan.

Things. I told you how those geezers at the council were all “Juvie” this and “Dark pit of no return” that. I figure laying low in space somewhere might be a better alternative than hearing those people talk about things they won’t do.

Silence.

What? Should there have been another reason I got my zipcraft license?

KURO:

Sighs.

Although Granny Momo doesn’t actually say it anymore, she’s worried about you being on Primus on your own. Look man, I’m not saying come home and live here if you don’t want to, but at least come and visit. Now that you have a license you can’t even complain about it being a pain to do so anymore.

SHIRO has to fight the temptation to slouch out of annoyance, and instead starts his zipcraft up and pulls out of his parking spot.

SHIRO:

It’s like I’ve always said. There’s no reason to return to Bomber Star.

KURO:

Not even for family?

SHIRO:

Don’t start it.

KURO:

If I don’t when will you?

SHIRO:

Muttering.

The idea was never, but you seem to find delight in bringing it up every time we talk.

KURO:

That zipcraft IS awesome. The speakerphone function picks up all kinds of things.

SHIRO:

Busted.

KURO:

Shiro, just promise me you’ll make an effort now that you’ve got the means. As my buddy you can do that much right?

SHIRO:

Fine. I’ll try and make an effort.

KURO:

Will you promise to try?

SHIRO:

I solemnly swear to promise to try to promise.

KURO:

Shiro.

SHIRO:

What are you my mom or something? Anyway, I’m hanging up now. Don’t call me, I’ll call you.

KURO:

Shiro, wait!

SHIRO taps a button on his console and Kuro’s call is ended. For a moment he stares into the screen, deep in thought. With a scowl, SHIRO punches the accelerator and jets off into space trying desperately and futily to escape from resurfacing memories. He closes his eyes and can see a white armored man with a jet pack on his back turned away, and hear the coldness of his words. SHIRO is on his knees exhausted after a long battle, and futilely tries to reach out to the white armored man.

SHIRO:

Mr. Sirius, I’m sorry…I just….I did my best…

SIRIUS does not turn around.

SIRIUS:

This ended badly, but that can’t be helped. To be honest, I’m a little disappointed in you. I’ll probably never see you again. Take care of yourself.

The heaviness in SHIRO’s body quadruples upon SIRIUS’s words, and he can barely look up at him as he activates his thrusters and flies away. SHIRO weakly pounds his fists on the ground before him.

SHIRO:

I’ll show you….I’m not a disappointment….I’ll show you!!

SHIRO opens his eyes and suddenly takes a detour that puts him on a path onto a space expressway off away from Primus.

SHIRO:

I need to get away for a while. Even my brain has it out for me today.

SHIRO flies through the tube leading into the expressway, and soon the skies of Primus retreat and he is in the darkness of space. As it is still early morning, and Primus isn’t known as a hub for tourism, he finds little resistance from traffic in his trip. SHIRO is away from the planet before he realizes he doesn’t have anywhere to go.

SHIRO:

Probably should have thought this through a bit more. Though this is odd, I know it’s early and stuff, but I wonder why there isn’t anyone here?

In the corner of his eye, SHIRO notices a spark. He ignores it as a once off phenomenon, but then several more cross his field of vision. This causes him to look around for the source of the sparkling matter, and he gasps upon looking above where a gaping hole through the space expressway is raining glass shards.

SHIRO:

Whoa! What happened there?! I didn’t hear about an accident on the news, so did that just happen or something?

He stops his zipcraft and stares up at the hole for a moment.

SHIRO:

S—Should I check it out? I don’t really have anything else going on, I guess. Though, that thing looks like bad news, seriously. I wonder how it broke? The space expressway tubes are made of heavy duty stuff.

He spends a moment caught between his curiosity and common sense, before deciding to side with curiosity, and turning up the thrusters on his zipcraft and flying up toward the hole in the tube. Once out of the tube, SHIRO is shocked to see a chunk of space rock floating away from the tube with several shards of glass protruding from it.

SHIRO:

A meteorite? No way, that can’t be it….meteorites bang this thing up on a regular basis. In order for one to do enough damage to break the tube, it’d have to have been flung with some real velocity behind it, and from relatively close by.

SHIRO’s shock and dismay doesn’t end there, as he quickly finds out why he’s alone. Several wrecked spaceships are floating near him, probably shattered from the moment of impact. He lucked out that he got there just a few moments later, or he might be among the dead.

SHIRO:

Man, this is pretty messed up…I’d better get out of here before something else happens.

He revs up his zipcraft to escape, but finds that the power has suddenly given out. A strong magnetic pulse causes the entire craft to tremble and then become completely still, followed by all screens and displays flickering and then fizzling to black. SHIRO tries the controls and auxiliary power to no avail, and begins to panic.

SHIRO:

What the heck is going on here?! Something caused the zipcraft to short out? But how, and why?

The zipcraft suddenly lurches forward and then picks up speed as if it’s being dragged toward something. SHIRO bumps his head against the windshield due to the sudden movement, and nary manages to peel himself off as he sees the source of his sudden acceleration.

SHIRO:

A—A---Black hole?!

Before him is a black hole sucking up nearby bits of space dust and the remains of the ships destroyed by the impact.

SHIRO:

That’s it! The black hole must have spat up that space rock and at this distance it was enough to shatter the tube! W—wait, why would a black hole release things with enough force to shatter a spaceway tube? More importantly, I’m totally screwed! Don’t things that get sucked up into a black hole get mercilessly destroyed?

SHIRO screams as he is dragged into the black hole, and disappears from sight. The black hole widens and constricts, the shape of a huge ship in its shadow as it does. The hole disappears as suddenly as it appeared, with no proof that it –or Shiro for that matter existed left behind.

TO BE CONTINUED....

Ending theme: READY FOR LAUNCH.

Earthlings are a curious group.

A multitude of people on its surface and yet,

We look beyond the stars in hope of finding new life.

My mind is always ready to launch into space,

Soaring deep into a nebula somewhere unknown.

Forgetting to phone home in its search for other aliens out there,

Looking up at their night skies and wondering, “Is there life beyond the stars?”

If they’re looking for me, and I’m looking for them,

Then let the first step be mine and whether mission control is ready for me or not,

I’m ready to launch!!

To the aliens we’re the aliens.

To the universe we’re all aliens.

So let’s take off to the skies and find our allies.