star trek – War of the galaxy

Prologue

MOON RESEARCH OUTPOST – 3294 AD

The spacecraft was emitting a low humming sound. It was sign of the good condition of the craft’s electronics. This satisfied the cosmonaut standing beside. He had recently spent 30000 charges on getting it completely serviced. Impatient that he was, he looked at the display of the refueling terminal for the fourth time. He noted that now almost 3 quarters of the tank was filled. Since it would take another 30 minutes for the craft to be completely refuelled, he moved towards the glass panels that lined the walls of the outpost.

From here, he could see the Planet Earth. Wow! It looked so peaceful. Since the moon was completely under the control of the HUMANOID GOVERNMENT of planet earth it, was the safest place for an humanoid like himself to be in.

Out there in the distance, he could see a fleet of spacecrafts being launched from earth. Even before they could come closer, Moonking, the cosmonaut, knew that they were FIREFLIES. Fireflies are the rapid attack regiment of the ROYAL SPACE ARMY of The Republic of Earth. They must be heading towards Mars or Saturn, where the rebellion was most intense. It had been a longtime dream of Moonking’s to be a Firefly. But, for now, he was a mere foot soldier in Her Majesty’s cavalry. Her Majesty was, of course, the Queen of Humanoids.

He was suddenly disturbed by a BEEP from the fuel terminal. The tank was full. All he had to do now was charge the batteries and he would be good to go.

This sudden realisation sparked a fondness for the outpost in Moonking’s mind. For several years, since he came of age, he had been a soldier in the personal army of Her Majesty, all the while wanting to be a Firefly. Just when he was about to enroll himself in the Firefly Training Programme, he was ordered by Her Majesty, to take up the responsiblity of managing the MOON RESEARCH OUTPOST. Alone. Even though, he was mightily disappointed, he took up the job out of fear and respect for the Queen. And he had been staying at the Moon for the past 2 years, when again he was summoned by Her Majesty.

This time, Moonking was expecting to be called. Because, very recently, the KINGDOM OF ZECHULIA, have, once again, breached the peace treaty and attacked the AMPHIBIYANAS of the Planet Pluto. Even though, Pluto was very near to the border of the sovereignty of Earth, it still was a part of Her Majesty’s colonies. Not only the Solar System, but Zechulians, have also attacked two other Star Systems. Though, no official Declaration of War came from the Kingdom of Zechulia, knowing about their previous notoriety, we can safely assume that war it is.

But now, Moonking was given a strange task by Her Majesty. She handed to him a Messenger Device, and tasked him with delivering it to her brother. Her Majesty’s brother was one of the COMMANDER GENERALS of Earth’s vast army. Right now, he was on Planet Jupiter, waging a fierce war with the rebels.
Jupiter was one of the first Earth Colonies, to rise up in rebellion, against the rule of the humanoids. Moonking was honored to be given such an important job, because a Messenger Device is only used, when the message is of high importance. For fear of being interpreted by enemies, it can not be transmitted. It had to be delivered personally.

By now, the batteries were fully charged, and the spacecraft was ready to go. He boarded the craft and put on his seatbelt. The gates opened wide and the spacecraft moved towards the lauchpad. Behind him the gates closed. He was pleased to note that his oxygen supply was enough to last 7 light years. With his seatbelts ON, the spacecraft fully fuelled and more than 2 million charges in his account, Moonking was ready to voyage into space.

Chapter 1 – The Hitchhiker

Somewhere deep in outer space

The spacecraft was cruising at an optimum pace, through the vast expanse of space. It had been a day since he departed Moon. For the past one hour, Moonking had put the craft on autopilot and was napping.

His immediate stop was the planet Mars. Even though, his destination was Jupiter, it was not easy for a normal CLASS 2 soldier like himself to commit interplanetary travel of such distance. One has to be a CLASS 8 or higher, to travel planets uninterrupted. Moonking had to move from one planet to the another. Every planet has a SPACE PORT, filled with customs officials and securities. In recent years, the checkings have become more intense, because of the threat of surprise attacks by the rebels organization.

A recurring beep sound emerged from the navigation console of the spacecraft, which woke up Moonking. Within moments, he resumed control of the ship and steered it towards the now near Mars Space Port. He received a message from the port asking him to identify himself. He pressed the audio button and said into the mic, ” Moonking. On special duty from Her Majesty. Soldier. Class 2″.
He was soon alloted a strip to land his craft and after sometime, he found himself at the lobby waiting for immigration.

The officer reviewed his official papers issued to him by the Headquarters at Earth. After being cleared, Moonking was given an dust resistant suit and other necessary equipments to aid him in his stay on Mars.

He moved out of the port, only to be met with a hot gust of wind and dust. Mars was practically a desert planet, with not an ounce of water. When the first humanoids came to Mars, the terrestrials were a primitive race. The Martians looked a lot different than the humanoids.Unlike humanoids they looked taller and leaner. Future medical research would reveal that they had only the bare minimum of organs, necessary for survival. Moreover, there was no development of any sort on the planet. It proved to be very easy for the humanoids to colonise Mars. Humanoids taught the Martians to work in the mines.

Because of the thin atmosphere and its close proximity to the Sun, the Mars was not easily inhabitable to the humanoids. Hence only a handful of humanoids settled here, most of them being researchers and soldiers assigned to protect the research facilities. But the terrain was rich in minerals and the naive Martians provided good labour. And in a span of 25 Earth years, humanoids had completely tamed Mars. From then onwards, interplanetary expansion took place from Mars. In this way, everytime a new planet is colonized, the cost of travelling from Earth to that planet is saved, thereby making future expansion easier.

Now he had to reach the MARS RESEARCH CENTRE, set up at 500 kilometers from the port. Since he had no personal vehicle, he had to hitchhike with someone who went towards his destination. He checked his map and started walking towards east.

It had been a long time, since he left the port. Unlike Earth, which is cramped with buildings and settlements, Mars was deserted as far as he could see. Because of the abundant landmass and sparse population, the settlements were so far and few in between.

On one of the occasions, he would turn around to look for vehicles, he saw a DESERT HOVER coming from afar. He stood by and waved his hands to catch the driver’s attention. The rover was old and rusty, but seemed to run well. Fortunately, the driver seemed to have noticed him and the rover slowed down.Obviously, the vehicle must be owned by a humanoid. Because, the martians were not allowed to drive or own any kind of vehicle.

In a few moments, he was seated inside the rover comfortably.

” So? What did you say your name was? “, asked the man.
” I am Moonking. And you?”
” Mine’s Rogere Bear. So you are a bastard, ah? “, said Rogere.
People like me, who do not know their father, were not given proper humanoid names, like Rogere’s.
Mostly Moonking was not embarrassed by this, but the rude manner of Rogere’s question put him off. But he had to get to the MARS SPACE RESEARCH CENTRE soon.
“Yes sir. I don’t know my ancestry. “, replied Moonking, politely.
Rogere then offered him a cool beer, but Moonking declined. He was in no mood to drink with this man.
They sat in silence. As the rover sped on its way, Moonking saw a lot of martians walking on the roadsides. The martians body was made of a jell like substance, that was flexible but durable. The average martian grew upto 8 ft tall. Their eyes were covered by a three layered skin protecting it from dust storms.

Occasionally, Rogere would throw an empty beer can on the passing martians, evoking angry shouts from them. Even though, his behavior irritated him, Moonking bit his teeth and remained silent. Then the road split into two ways. Towards the right was Moonking’s destination, and Rogere was supposed to go left. In fact, he was glad that he could shrug Rogere off.

He saw Rogere’s hover move far way in the distance. Moonking guessed that he must be one of the soldiers posted in Mars. Contempt for the martians was common among the soldiers of the Martian Project. According to one of Earth’s worst kept secrets, a Mars Research Centre was built by completely annihilating a tribe of Martians, who were settled at the proposed site. There were almost 7 Research Centres on Mars and two more are under construction right now. Moonking wondered, which among those advanced centres were built on the blood of these primitive martians. Unbeknownst to him, it was the one he was currently heading to.

Since, the solar day of the Earth and Mars are almost the same, Moonking calculated he had approximately 2 more hours to reach the centre before nightfalls. Roaming out in the open was inadvisable on this planet. Ferocious flesh eating creatures came up from underground during nighttime, that even the native martians ran for cover.

After hours of travel, he neared the research centre just in time. Sun was about to set and in the twilight, Moonking could see both of Mars’ moons. Phobos and Daimos.

Chapter 2 – Sleepless Nights

Mars Research Centre

Moonking was wandering through the empty corridors of the research centre. Except him, almost everyone else was asleep. All was silent, except for the occasional beep sound of electronics. The centre looked and functioned like a spaceship. Sliding doors opened and closed with a whoosh.

That evening, when he arrived at the Mars Research Centre, he was surprised to find that they were expecting him. He was received by the centre’s Chief of Staff, Prestella, who escorted him to the waiting room outside Dokteur Mayoshi’s office. To his right, the secretary was typing away at a keyboard and attending calls in between.

He also saw a martian feminine, scrubbing the floors of the facility with a sponge. But the place was already as clean as a whistle. Just then, two men exited the Dokteur’s office, murmuring amongst themselves. The secretary glanced at him and Moonking promptly entered the office. Dokteur Mayoshi was seated behind his desk and he waved Moonking to sit in one of the adjacent chairs. From his name and looks, Moonking gathered that Mayoshi must be a descendant of the Nippon race of humans.
“Only this morning we received notification from Her Majesty’s office about your arrival”, began the Dokteur.
Not knowing what to say, Moonking just nodded.
“They have also directed us to provide you with equipments to aid you on your mission”, continued Mayoshi.
“Really!? That’s great. Can I see them now? “, asked an excited Moonking.
“I have some very urgent work right now. After dinner I will personally equip you. But right now, Prestella will give you a tour of the facility. Alright?”, asked the Dokteur.
Moonking, by now, was embarrassed by his childish behavior. Completely unprofessional. Not at all soldier like. But he quickly recovered himself.
“Yes sir. Sounds good”, replied Moonking, as he stood up.

It took several more hours for Prestella and Moonking to complete the tour. There were several laboratories, scattered around, each designated for different subjects of research.

Each lab had its own Chief Dokteur, and a team of cronies to aid him. Moonking understood that, Dokteur Mayoshi is the one who commands the entire research centre. Every other lab, every other Dokteur, must report back to him.

Moonking noticed a HUMMING sound coming from a distance. As Prestella took him further within the research facility, the sound kept on getting louder and louder. So loud that he could not even hear his own thoughts.

Until now, they were within the walls of the research centre. But now as they were moving towards the end of the path, the centre gave in to open space. Prestella put on a specialized suit which Moonking recognized as the upgraded version of the dust resistant that he was wearing now. Prestella told him to wear one as well. Two martian feminines helped both of them into their suits.

Moonking understood that they were now going to enter the central point of the research centre. As the path ended, Moonking was shocked to find miles of open space. Tens of thousands of martians, both masculine and feminine, were working as miners in this never ending valley. For every 10 martian, there was one humanoid soldier with a gun whose job was to keep the miners working.

This was one of the primary reasons why Mars was colonized in the first place. The abundance of minerals lying beneath its rough terrain, that remained untouched by the primitive martians. Every mineral ore found on Earth like iron, copper, zinc, etc. could be found on Mars as well. Unlike Earth whose minerals were depleted, the minerals on Mars would last the next 10000 years.

The miners used jackhammers to break the ground.
In places where the ground was hard and difficult for the miners to break, a drill rig was used. There were two drill rigs that were being operated simultaneously at two different parts of the valley. It was this sound that reverberated across the halls and corridors of the research centre. The combined forces of the machines and the miners with jackhammers caused the ground to tremble.

This sickened Moonking and made him unable to sleep that night. He wondered how the martians felt to be enslaved by an alien race in their own planet.

Prestella received a voice message from Mayoshi to come back for dinner. Prestella escorted him to the dining hall. Mayoshi and Moonking occupied the seats at two ends of the table. The meal was sumptuous and exotic. Moonking wondered whether such a meal was common or tonight was special because of him. There were several martian servants to attend to them. Throughout the dinner, servants kept serving one dish after the another. Their wine glasses were always refilled. But Moonking was disgusted by what he saw at the mine before. He was guilt ridden. He could not even look the martians in the eye.

After dinner, Mayoshi took him into the inventory. The inventory was empty, except for two big caskets lying at the center. On seeing the emblem of The Republic of Earth, imprinted on their top, Moonking knew they were from Earth. He had almost forgotten about the equipments, that Her Majesty had sent for him.

Mayoshi opened one of the caskets to reveal an advanced Class 4 suit. Unlike his white colored Class 2 suit, this one was black in color. On its chest was imprinted the flag of The Republic of Earth.

This new suit was adaptable to its surroundings. He won’t have to change suits in different planets anymore. He immediately put on his new suit. Moonking was a Class 4 soldier from now. He felt immensely proud of himself. It even had a compact pouch at his waist, that he used to store the messenger device.
The other casket was much bigger than the first one. Moonking wondered what was inside this one. Inside it, was a brand new Sonic Hover. Much more advanced than the Desert Hover that he came in that morning.

” You can use this when you depart to the space port two days from now.”, explained Mayoshi.

That night, a strange mix of pride and guilt, caused Moonking to stay awake. After two hours, of struggling to sleep, he gave up and began wandering. He moved randomly through the halls and corridors. The research centre was designed like a maze. Sometimes, he would see a martian still awake, still working. He wondered when the poor things slept. He now realized that he had come very far from his room. The day would break in a few hours and he turned around to get back to bed. His room was in the Dokteur’s quarters adjacent to Mayoshi’s room. As he neared the quarters, he could see a strange spaceship parked very near to the entrance. A group dressed in stealth black suit were moving about the premises, careful not to be seen by anyone.

But, unbeknownst to them, Moonking had seen them. He was standing at such a distance, that he could see them but they couldn’t see him. He immediately checked his pouch and was relieved to find the messenger device still in his possession.

He wondered what to do now. Quite possibly, he was the only one who had seen them. He had heard about competing research teams who hire thieves to steal data from other research facilities. He assumed they must be thieves who came to steal research data. Just as he made up his mind to alert Prestella, a massive explosion rocked the centre. Even before turning around, Moonking knew that the Dokteur’s quarters, the place where he was sleeping, is gone.

These people were definitely not thieves. They were mercenaries. Assigned to kill. Kill him.

Chapter 8 – Neon Lights

The Prime Minister accompanied by his entourage made his way through the palace corridors to the main hall. Isai moved fast and his followers hurried to keep up with him. The tall neptunian towered over his humanoid companions. Officers coming towards them along the corridor automatically made way for the Prime Minister to pass. They obviously didn’t want to risk displeasing him.

Having arrived on Earth only that evening, he had been busy in his office clearing up accumulated office work. Recently, he had taken up the portfolios of nuclear research and atomic energy in addition to already held ones like defense and mining. He sanctioned the 3 million charges needed for rebuilding battle stations in Jupiter and delegated the sanitation revamping to the Minister of Internal Affairs. He knew the minister would not be amused on being disturbed after work hours, but as usual he didn’t care. As the work was about to be completed, he got a message from the President, summoning him to the main hall.

And so, the Prime Minister entered the main hall and moved towards the President. She was standing by the window looking over the city. Her faithful companion Parvati was lying at her feet. The neon lit city looked even more beautiful at night.

If not for his secretaries, she would never have noticed him come.

He saw her turn towards him.
“Prime Minister”, she began with a nod.
“Your Majesty. Hope I doing well are you”, began Isai in his broken Earthen language.
“I am doing fine thank you. But are you well? I did not see you in the court this morning “
“Dying were vegetations in Planet Mercury. Water sufficient was not being transported. Stranded were the aqua carriers near the asteroid belt. Issue sorted out. All is well now, Your Majesty”, replied Isai.
The booming monotone voice of the neptunian echoed across the hall.
“All is well, is it? What about the rebellion? Have you sorted it out as well? “, asked Jyoti icily. Parvati let out a low growl. The frightened PM’s secretaries took a step back. But the emotionless minister continued, “Not yet, Your Majesty. But we will soon”. He could not grasp the chillness in her voice.
“Have you seen my nephew today? “
The intelligent neptunian fumbled not quite understanding the meaning of the word ‘nephew’.
From behind him the humanoid translator came forward and whispered something to his shoulders.
He betrayed no emotion on hearing that name. It was important not to let Jyoti know what he was thinking.
“No. I haven’t seen him since yesterday”, replied the Prime Minister with a straight face.
The President studied him for a moment before turning her back on him. He understood that the meeting was over. The entourage made its way back the same way it had come.

It was midnight before Isai entered his chambers. His work was completed for the day. His bedroom was dark and the only source of light came from the neon advertisement board placed outside. It oscillated between red and purple neon lights, which flooded his bed and the walls. In that light, Isai saw a silhouette standing at a corner of his room. It was neither the silhouette of an animal nor that of an assassin. It was Arjun. The nephew.

Chapter 9 – Saturn’s wife

Dione – Moon of Saturn

Will I make it?

Nowadays Moonking often asked himself this question. When the President commanded him to man the Moon check post, he longed for an opportunity to become a real soldier. He wanted to travel through the solar system, to explore new planets. But now, when he finally got to do so he was afraid. He could still hear the explosion. If he hadn’t been awake and away from the quarters at that time, not even his bones would have survived.

When he exited the outer atmosphere of Mars, he decided not to reach Titan immediately. Even though his heart felt like it would bust out in excitement, his mind worked well. He understood that he was being followed. Someone didn’t want him to complete his mission. And so he decided to land in a safe place.
Anyone who had to reach Europa, had to arrive at Titan. The Titan Spaceport was the only one that had the ships to reach Europa. If he knew that, then his enemies would know it to.

He chose Dione as his immediate destination. Since Dione was well hidden from the radio waves of Earth and just below the Rings of Saturn, it was mostly ignored by the Republic. The planet was a dumping ground of used electronic parts.

He descended into the atmosphere of the garbage moon, and true to its name there were mountains of wasted parts as far as his eyes could see. Moonking parked his spacecraft in a small clearing and stepped out. He removed his helmet and a gust of wind blew at his face. His messy long hair flew back.

The air was thick with the smell of broken plastic. It was early dawn on Dione. The distant sun has just risen. Up in the sky, Saturn was visible in all its glory.

A day lasts for 15 earth days on this planet. Titan will be at a closer distance to Dione, only when the sun sets.

It had been 3 earth days since Moonking landed on Dione. On the first day, he kept himself busy by erecting a makeshift tent for himself. The president had equipped him with every necessary tool required for his travel. She had also told him to inform her whenever possible, but he had decided not to. If the enemies can find out where he stayed on Mars, it meant they have spies within The president’s circle.

It had been several hours since he last slept and Moonking was feeling drowsy. He fell into the tent and slept through most part of the second day. As he woke up, the sun was still shining bright. He decided to explore the moon for the next few days. He covered his spacecraft with a tarpaulin and made his way through the cleared walkway between the garbage hills. Even though Dione was deserted, he was careful in his steps. Moonking knew that desolated moons like Dione are known to be rendezvous points for space pirates. He had no wish to cross paths with them. Mercenaries were enough.

He began walking towards the north. Because of the moon’s low intense gravity, Moonking did not feel fatigue until the early hours of the fourth day.He was now kilometers away from his parked vehicle. Moonking did not worry about losing his spacecraft. He had his gps system to find his way back.

Suddenly he felt uneasy. Something was wrong here. When he was a boy in the lower levels of Vertex city, it was his intuition that saved him from many dangers. He knew well enough not to ignore his gut feeling. He stopped in his tracks and surveyed his surroundings. From behind a hill, he heard some metallic object roll over. The clang of metal echoed across the planet. He cursed himself for not holding on to the nameless soldier’s gun. Like a fool he dropped it.

Thick Mist surrounded him. To his front, from within the mist emerged four huge figures. Pirates. He recognized immediately.

Unlike soldiers who wore spacesuits, the pirates wore little to no suit. Infact, one of them was bare bodied and his right arm was a pulse ray canon. Moonking turned back to make a run to his spacecraft. But his way was blocked by 3 other pirates.
Before he could realise what was happening, he heard the loading sound of the Agony Pulse Ray. He turned towards the sound, but he could only see a blinding ray of brightness.

Will I make it?

Chapter 10 – Dungeons of Dione

The dungeon was filled with cells on both sides. The ceiling and the walls were covered by thick black soot. When Moonking woke up from his slumber, it took a moment for him to remember where he was. The agony pulse ray had knocked him completely out of his senses. His cell was the third one from the right.

He woke up with his vision blurred and head hurting. His cell was closed by an iron gate wrought shut. The dim lights flickered often. Somewhere outside the cell, he could hear the pirates chattering. From within, he could see the cells opposite to him. They were empty. But it took a moment for him to realise that he was not alone in his cell. In its darkest corner, something was sitting crouched.

His blurred vision was just getting better and he could see that his cellmate was not a humanoid. “What are you?” It was no time for courtesies. “Where did they catch you from?”
It beeped in response. It was an Android. Back when Moonking was a boy he had learnt the Android tongue from his uncle. He was a crook who sold stolen gadgets in the level 44 black market. He used a bunch of orphans to steal gadgets and other saleable objects. They mostly stole only from the rich folks of level 23. As they became more notorious, the level 23 houses began installing high-end security systems, which made breaking in more difficult.
Anandas, his uncle, was not the only black market dealer in Vertex City but he was one of the first to employ the androids to surpass the security systems. The Androids were a squad of robots designed by a man called Ramaen. The androids were robots modelled almost like humanoids with four limbs. There face was a rectangular box with visual and audio sensors. Albeit they had no mouth, they beeped. The beeps were the androids tongue. They can be programmed to do any work that would benefit their owners. But Cerebroid Corporation royally fucked Ramaen. First of all, the guy was a geek who knew nothing about business. Cerebroid bought the patent rights from him for a miserly amount and made a fortune out of selling the androids to every possible bidder. From the army to the scientists, everyone employed the androids. Ramaen was left with nothing while the corporation prospered. The geek at least had the courage to exact vengeance upon them. Ramaen had designed the androids in such a way that whoever spoke with them in the android tongue, would bypass their owners and control the androids. Ramaen even had a transmitter that was connected to every Android manufactured. In this way, Ramaen forced the androids across the galaxy to malfunction. Armies lost in battle, scientific data were deleted and some library androids even burnt precious data files. But the government soon got wind of this farce. The Court of Republic executed Ramaen for his crimes. And the androids were put out of commission, which made 50,000 androids jobless. The androids were scattered across the galaxy as nomads. They were hated and thrown stones at wherever they went. Most androids sold their body parts in the black markets for survival. Mercenaries bought androids and trained them in the act of killing. The emotionless bots soon became extraordinary killers and quickly rose through the mercenary ranks. One android in the Betelgeuse star system even formed its own band of mercenaries called The Crows.

Other bots sold themselves in the black markets from where his uncle bought one. The androids never had any names before being outlawed. But then they took up varied names of their choosing. Anandas named the one he bought Tricks.
Tricks were programmed to loot and steal. Tricks taught Moonking the android tongue.

The droid in his cell did not reply anything. It just groaned. “Come on. Don’t be like that. We are the only ones here” The droid turned to look at him.
“Blue Jay, ” said the droid. “Jay? Cool name.”
In the beginning, Androids were named by their owners. Some let their kids name them and the Androids were stuck with titles like Codswallop. But after being decommissioned they adopted better sounding names.
“Do you know what these guys are going to do to us?”
“Yes, ” said the droid and remained silent.
“Tell me!!, ” yelled Moonking.
“They are pirates. What do you think pirates do to captives? Me? They are going to sell my parts in the Golgo black markets. If you are a woman they will enjoy you and sell you in Orion’s brothels. But you, I don’t know why they haven’t killed you yet”
Moonking wondered the same. If some enemy of the Republic wanted to find him, the pirates would be the first people to know. It seemed even the pirates didn’t know what to do with him. Worst case scenario, they would sell him in the slave galleys. He would escape from there. Moonking relaxed and laid down on the floor. “But Cranongal and the others are cannibals. Maybe they will feast on you, ” said Blue Jay.
Looking sat up in shock. Surely the droid is lying. Although Jay was a mouthless robot, to Moonking it looked like it had a sly smile on its face. Moonking moved away to the corner opposite to the android.

A loud noise came from within the pirates’ room. Moonking tried to look at what was going on. But the pirates’ room was well outside his view. He saw multi-coloured lights dance on the wall. They must be watching TV. Some of the worst sounds he had ever heard reached his ears. It must be one of the solar system’s free music channels. Just when he thought he couldn’t bear to listen to the noise anymore it stopped. Blue Jay was not surprised. “Pretend to be asleep, ” warned the droid and shut itself off. Moonking saw its dotted lights disappear.

A huge grisly pirate entered the dungeons. He checked every cell even though only one of them was occupied. As he came to their cell, Moonking was awake and staring at the pirate. This angered him and he picked up something from his pocket. Moonking recognised it as a Multi-load Neutron Pistol. Before he could react, the pirate fired at Moonking through the gate.

As the wave of shock passed through his body, Moonking felt himself slipping. His vision blurred and his eyelids closed in on him. The pirate seemed to have switched off the lights. The dungeon plunged into darkness. Miles away, Moonking heard the sound of laughter and a heavy door slam down.