ALTERNATE TALES OF THE STAR FORCE

STAR BLAZERS---RETURN TO THE GREAT MAGELLENIC CLOUD

Being the seventh part of THE RIKASHA INCIDENT--- BY: Frederick P. Kopetz


ACT FIVE-- UNDER THE SKULL AND CROSSBONES

Star Blazers and Space Battleship Yamato is (c) 2002 by Voyager Entertainment and Leiji Matsumoto.

Some themes and characters from some of Leiji Matsumoto's other works appear herein, as well. The manga in question was (c) 1998 by Leiji Matsumoto and VIZ Media. No infringement is intended; the references in question are intended as a tribute to Matsumoto-sensei's great inspiration and wonderfully varied universe.


I. PROBING THE ETERNAL NIGHT

Planet Heavy Melder

About 60,000 lightyears away from Earth

Space Battleship Argo

Captain's Cabin

Wednesday February 17, 2202

1650 Hours Spacetime


Captain Derek Wildstar stood looking at scans made by Living Group as the hatch to his cabin opened.

In strode Nova in her gold and black uniform, carrying a small bundle over one arm. Then, he heard the privacy screen being activated. It was closing, shutting out the starlight.

"Did you see the information that IQ-9 and I sent up?" asked Nova as Derek heard a vac-seal being opened after the privacy shield was closed.

"I did. Twenty-three degrees centigrade down there. Dry and hot, and pretty sunny in the area we're flying to."

"Just like Arizona," sighed Nova. Derek turned around, and did a slight double-take when he saw that Nova was in the middle of stripping her uniform and bra off.

"Nova, how much is coming off?"

"Everything," she said cheerfully. "Luckily, Holly loaned me some appropriate clothes for the climate and planet. Just about all of my civilian things are either too dressy or too noticeable. As Derek watched with a healthy amount of interest, Nova continued to strip until she had nothing else left to take off. "Mmmmm, feels good to get out of that uniform for a bit." she said as she stood on tiptoe and stretched. "I wish we were back on our honeymoon island, Derek. I could do with a swim and sun bath like this right about now."

"So could I."

She smiled affectionately at him. "Want to help me get dressed, then, koishii?"

"Why dress perfection?" he said in a low voice as he ran up to his wife and hugged her.

"Derek, the crew has to see me leave the ship. They fantasize about me enough with my clothes on, I bet. Imagine what'd happen if about a hundred guys saw me running into the flight deck naked."

"There'd be a riot, Nova. And a lot of cameras going off. You show so much in your tight little yellow shipsuit anyway."

"And it drives you nuts, doesn't it?"

Derek nodded.

"I like the way your pants fit your tush," said Nova sweetly. "God, you make me wild at times."

"You know, if we don't get you dressed, we're gonna be running awfully late."

"What's wrong with that?" said Nova in a teasing voice as she hugged him with her arms and legs for a minute.

"Hey, you're making me into a coat rack!" laughed Derek.

"I like coat racks," purred Nova. "We need a nice one for the house."

"So you can hang on it just like that? Good. I'll make sure we have print paper for the digital camera, tenshi…"

Nova playfully slapped his cheek. "Derek! You're lewd and crude at times."

"Well, consider that you're not dressed like a nun right now either..."

They both laughed at that. "Are you gonna help me get dressed, or do you want me to stay attached to you all day like a limpet mine, Derek?"

"That's a hard question," laughed Captain Wildstar.

Nova then lifted her bodysuit off the floor with her toes. "You start with this."

"How do you do that?"

"Comes from a trick I used to do to drive my mother crazy when I was seven," said Nova. "We had a piano. I had to take lessons. Sometimes, I liked to drive Mom bats by playing Chopsticks with my toes. I got paddled for that once, too."

"When?"

"When I did it in front of my teacher. She was something of a mean old bat. What's the worst thing you ever did as a kid, Derek?"

"Sold part of Alex's baseball card collection to pay for candy when Dad cut off my allowance. I had some familiarity with the paddle, too."

"Derek, when we have kids, we won't use the paddle."

"Then how are we going to spank them when they're naughty?"

"When we have to spank them, which I hope we won't have to do often, because there are psychological tricks I know of that work better than spanking, we'll use our hands. Agreed?"

"Agreed," said Derek. "And how would we feed the babies? It's hard to carry a bottle around."

Nova blushed. "I was planning on taking extended leave or even going Reserve for a year or two when we finally have kids so I can be with them more often. Maybe we can do it when I get into medical school and just have to go to class and do the homework while on Reserve status like my dad did for law school when he was a Defense Forces officer. As for feeding the kids...well...you're looking right at what I'd use for the first six months, Derek."

"What?"

Nova jumped down onto her feet, grabbed up her bodysuit, and smiled. "The nutrition is best if it comes right from Mom during at least the first six months. Our baby or babies would be weaned around then and put on formula and baby food gradually, of course. It was a little weird that I was an only child, Derek."

"Why?" he asked as she stepped into her black leotard.

"Twins or triplets tend to run in my family for the first birth," she said. "Mom wasn't sickly, but she wasn't in top physical condition when she had me, either. It was when she and dad were very young. Dad was in law school and Mom was still an undergraduate, and they were a little poor then, believe it or not. At least we'll have some money, and I will, Lord willing, stay in fairly good physical shape until then."

She had dressed in her bodysuit and was reaching for her jeans. "Nova, you're not exactly as strong as Raiden or Hemsford by any means, but what you do have in that slender little bod is in great shape. Hell, you were rappelling better than I was at that obstacle course back when we were doing that refresher training in Quantico."

Nova blushed a little again. She remembered that obstacle course pretty well. She had impressed quite a few women and even some hardened Space Marines with her speed and agility in the course...with a full pack and AK-01 on her back. "Kind of fun, really. Especially that monkey walk."

"You liked that?" said Derek. "Damnit, I thought I was gonna fall off that thing into the lake! I don't like being up on nothing but a rope over a high place."

They were referring to a nasty obstacle with three ropes that went over a lake at Quantico. It was like a tightrope climb one had to execute in combat boots on one's back.

"Doesn't bother me, I'm not afraid of heights." said Nova as she tried to pull on her jeans. "Oh, Holly gave me a tight pair. Gonna have to lay down on the bunk to do this."

"Gotta put it down first."

"I've got it," said Nova. She undid the lock and dropped the bed (while standing there with her jeans half-on). She then flopped down on her back on the bed, threw her legs and bottom up in the air, and was busy pulling on her pants when the hatch opened.

"VENTURE!" yelled Derek. "Don't you and Parsons believe in knocking?"

"Ooops," said Mark when he saw what was going on.

"It's all right," said Nova. "I'm really decent, believe it or not. Holly, these jeans you gave me are kinda tight!"

Parsons looked back in first. "Oh. I see. They're like that when I put them on, too. Yes, definitely tight. Mark, come back in...she's got a bodysuit on, so you're not seeing anything."

Venture looked in, just in enough time to see Nova zipping her fly up. He still felt a little uncomfortable seeing just that much. After all, it not every day that a man happens to see his best friend's wife getting dressed. "Her pants are really tight, gotta suck in when I close these up."

"Can you wear those?" asked Holly.

"They're stretching on me; it's okay, Holly."

"Does she always get dressed in front of people?" asked Venture with a smile.

"Not unless they're real close friends," said Derek, remembering how Nova had shocked him once, when on the first mission against the Comet Empire, she had decided to swim home to Earth to obey a stupid order of his that she get off the ship immediately. Nova had complied, to the point of beginning to strip off her nurse's uniform in front of him. He was grateful, though, that they hadn't popped in five minutes ago; and also doubted that Nova would have been so cool about it if Venture and Parsons had seen the way she had been dressed (or, rather, not dressed) when they had been having their private talk. "Nova, what should I do if he ever does that again?"

"Dunno. Make him help zip up my dress to teach him a lesson?" said Nova with a wink. At that, Mark blushed.

"Are you trying to steal my boyfriend, Nova?"

"In front of my husband, Holly?" giggled Nova. "Not likely. The three of us always talk like this. Since I was the only woman on the ship's last mission, things got a bit crazy then. I've got a few funny stories to tell about that cruise."

"Well, can I join up with the three of you?" asked Holly.

"Hey, Derek, should we let her into the Musketeers?" asked Venture.

"Musketeers?" huffed Holly. "Weren't there just three of them?"

"Later on, there were four," said Derek. "Yeah. Let's let her in."

"Only if she stops calling me a nerd," said Nova as she looked through her locker for something.

Derek looked in there. "Nova! What'd you do to your locker?"

"I've been a bit disorganized the past few days," she said as she tossed shoes, socks, and even underwear out into a messy pile. "One pair of high heels, a compact, the new yellow toe socks I haven't worn yet, my space helmet, guitar strings..."

"Nova, if we held inspection right now, you'd flunk," smiled Derek.

"Sorry, Derek," she said in a tiny voice.

"If you want help organizing this girly disaster area, I'll come up here later on," said Holly.

"Great!" said Nova. "Thanks, Holly. Ah! Got my purse and shoes."

"Purse?" said Venture.

"We were asked to go down to the planet as civilians," said Derek. He undid his peacoat and ascot and shrugged the black bridge coat off. "Hey, Nova, what kind of t-shirts are in my locker?"

"You've got that white golf shirt I sent you last year," said Nova while she began to throw various articles of clothing back into her locker and also tossed things into her laundry hamper. She finally closed the locker up as things crashed around inside.

"Boy, we are close," said Venture as he picked up a pink sock. "Nova, never thought I'd be helping you pick up your dirty laundry."

"Sorry, Mark. I've been a ditz the past few days."

"Hey, what are friends for?" said Mark. "When did you get that golf shirt from her, Derek? After the honeymoon?"

"No, that year-long patrol cruise we were on with the Argo as the flagship," said Derek. "Nova was sending me letters, pictures, tapes of herself singing with her guitar or on a piano at the rec center, clothes, books, and care packages of her cookies and pepperoni every few weeks, and that was apart from the regular e-mail that was always in my inbox." Derek smiled at the memory. Every mail call, there was always something from his then-girlfriend, even if only a romantic perfume-scented letter. Homer had teased him to no end about his regular swag every mail call.

"Here's your shirt," said Nova as she tossed him a white golf shirt. "You can put on the pants I'm getting you after these guests leave."

"Which we'd better do soon," said Holly. "Mark, you tell them what you were gonna tell them."

"Oh, yeah," said Venture. "Wildstar, we picked up a communication signal. It was from some fellow named Harlock."

"Oh. Maetel spoke of him in her message," said Derek as he pulled off his Star Force uniform shirt and began to change his shirt. Holly caught a glimpse of his bare chest and whistled. At that, he blushed. "Uh...what'd he want?"

"He said he'll be waiting for you at a place called the Red Dog Saloon later this evening before sundown. I wonder what he wants?"

Nova shrugged as she kicked into her sandals. "You know as much as I do. Have to re-buckle these, darn it. The leatherette is stretching out."

"Cute shoes," said Holly. "Can I borrow them sometime?"

"Guess so, if you let me borrow those brown boots of yours. They'd go nice with my pink dress."

"Deal." Then, Holly looked up. "Nova and I routinely root through each other's lockers. The two of us and her friend Natalie Fisher are always borrowing stuff from each other."

"Mostly junk," said Nova. "Well, don't you guys borrow stuff from each other?"

"Yeah, I borrowed his cologne the other day," said Venture.

"Mark, give it back," teased Derek.

"Or what?" said Mark.

"Or I may have to kick your butt...right here and now in front of your girlfriend," said Derek.

"I'll have to kick your rear in front of your wife," responded Venture. Not far away, Holly smiled with amusement, while one of Nova's eyebrows went up in amusement. A mischievous sprite-like idea (one of those she got every now and then) suddenly hit her. So, Nova got out her guitar, put it on, and began to play a Spanish-guitar riff on it.

"Nova, what are you doing that for?" asked Derek.

"Derek, if you guys are gonna fight, we need the right music for it. I'll patch you guys up after you're both half-unconscious. You’re both utterly silly…as usual."

"Yeah, let's drop it, Derek," said Venture. "She's got a point. Hey, Holly?"

"Yes?"

"Uh...What would you do if I asked you to marry me?"

The room went quiet. "Excuse me?" asked Holly.

"Uh...what would you do if I asked you to marry me?" said Mark with a hard swallow. "Silly question...sorta hypothetical...We've been hanging out with each other for only two months, I know it's crazy...I..."

"How's about if I accept?" said Holly in a soft voice as she plopped down on Derek and Nova's bunk. Venture looked at Holly with a look of utter shock on his face. He hadn't expected her to actually accept his proposal right now! At that, Derek and Nova stopped what they were doing and looked at each other in shock. "But, there's one thing, Mark?"

"Yeah?"

"You've got to do it the right way, stupid. Down on one knee." Holly smiled and grabbed Mark by the hand.

"Holly...are you sure?" asked Nova.

Parsons just nodded. Then, with the Wildstars not quite believing what they were hearing, Venture gulped and asked in a barely audible voice. "Okay...uhhh...Holly Parsons, would you marry me?"

"Yes," whispered Holly. At that, they hugged to Derek and Nova's sudden applause. Mark saw Nova whispering to Derek, and the Captain nodded. Then, Nova took off her guitar and stood removing her wedding band...and engagement ring of her own.

"You mind amethyst, Holly?" asked Nova. "Until he can get you a diamond, that is?"

Holly was hugging Mark. Holly sniffed through her tears and said, "Amethyst is fine, Nova."

"Mark, so she has a ring, you can borrow my engagement ring," said Nova as she put back on her wedding band and then handed her birthstone ring to Venture. "Make sure you give it back when you get her one yourself, Mark. Of course, my wedding band is the one I won't part with. I hope that some of the good luck Derek and I have comes to you two through the ring he bought me when we got home from fighting Zordar after he proposed to me."

"It should, thanks, Nova," said Mark. "God, you gave me that boutonnière when I went to see Trelaina that time, and now you're loaning me your engagement ring. Every guy should have a sister like you."

"If my mom and I ever get into a bad fight, can your parents adopt me?" teased Nova. She and Mark then laughed and hugged before Nova placed her ring in his hand. Then, Derek gave Mark a rough hug.

"This is as sudden as hell, but congratulations, Mark," said Derek in a husky voice. "You want me as best man...when the wedding comes off?"

"Yeah...I think so. But...uhh...I'm having a little trouble deciding whom I want as best man. Or...best person."

Derek's eyebrow went up. "Best person? What do you mean?"

"I...I don't know if I want...you, Derek...or you, Nova, to be my best man," said Venture as he put a hand on a very surprised Nova's shoulder. "You two are both my best friends. I can't decide. I know it's weird, but..."

"A girl can be best man," said Holly. "I've heard of it."

"What about both of us?" suggested Nova diplomatically while grabbing Derek's arm. "He and I would look adorable in matching tuxedoes, don't you think?"

"Hold that thought," said Mark. "But now...I've gotta do something..."

Mark took the ring, and then he put it on Holly in silence. Then, they hugged again, and shared...their first deep kiss. As they parted, Holly noticed he had enjoyed the kiss very much, and she just smiled at him with her eyes batted.

"I think we'd better go now," said Holly. "Mark...we have to celebrate this."

"After our watch, honey?"

"Oh, sure," said Holly. Holly winked at Nova and Derek and then left arm-in-arm with her brand-new fiancée.

"Well?" said Derek.

"You'd better finish getting changed, Derek," said Nova as she wiped tears out of her eyes. "We have to go."

"Crying?" said Derek as he dabbed at his eyes.

"Happy tears," said Nova. "Aren't you happy for Mark and Holly? Holly got a great guy and Mark...well...Mark's really rejoined the human race again."

"Yeah," said Derek. "I'm happy for them. What a story they'll have for their kids."

"Like the stories we'll have for ours," said Nova in a dreamy voice.


A while later, in the small forward flight bay near Mechanical Ops in the Argo's keel, Captain Wildstar (dressed now in jeans, his golf shirt, and boots) stood by Nova near a jet recon boat that had been made up to look like dirty and grimy military surplus.

Sandor stood near them. "Luckily, in that message, that Harlock guy said they take old Earth Federation currency down there. With that, and this make-up job, you should fit in just fine if you land near these coordinates on the map."

Wildstar looked at the map, followed by Nova. "Not far from a mesa," he mused.

"The walk to town looks like it is just two klicks along this dry stream bed," said Nova. "We can easily manage that with enough water."

"It's packed," said Royster nervously. "And the scans say you'll be landing there around sunset, so it won't be so hot."

"Not bad," said Wildstar. "Well, Nova, let's shove off."

"Right," she said, jumping into the plane. "Who's flying?" she said. "You or me?"

"You do it," said Derek. "You need those flight hours."

"Aye, aye, sir," said Nova. She moved to the pilot's seat and began the preparations for takeoff as Derek got in.

"Purring like a kitten," said Derek.

"Yup. Feels funny flying without a helmet."

"Not far to the planet," said Sandor. "You should manage all right."

"Thanks," said Derek.

"See you guys later on with that information," said Nova. She closed up the cockpit, strapped in, and took off.


The flight and landing were quite easy and went without incident. Nova noticed they were being painted by radar, but some anonymous flight controller transmitting from a city in one of the arid planet's huge craters informed them that they were aware of their approach and that they had flight and landing clearance.

"Recreational boat," said the female controller. "You're clear to land at RPG-225 on the standard grid map. You'll be right near Gun Frontier. Guess you're on shore leave from your ship?"

"Uh...roger," said Nova, looking at Derek in hopes she wasn't giving away too much. "How'd you...?"

"Ships make port calls here at Heavy Melder all the time, miss. We don't care much what planet you come from or what you're up to as long as your ship doesn't attack any other ship docked on the planet. That's an absolute law that we don't break. Didn't your Captain brief you on this?"

Nova looked at Derek, who put up his hands and shrugged. Weird, he thought. They're so laid back here.

"Of course, you have to be sure you hit the right flight path out when your ship lifts anchor," said the controller. "Otherwise, you might end up in any one of a hundred time periods. Or hyperspaces. Or different realities. Just wanted to let you know."

"Thanks," said Nova into the mike. "My Captain and Navigator have this under control. I'm just coming down here with my husband for a night of shore leave and a good meal."

"Great. Just keep your eyes open. Gun Frontier doesn't have a lot of laws. And if you break the few they do have, they'll hang you. Have a nice shore leave, miss."

"Okay, thanks," said Nova, trying to hide the fact that her hands were shaking. "Rec boat out."

"Hey," said Derek as he put his hand over Nova's while she put the microphone back on. "We've been through worse than this."

"Sorry. The fact that this place is so odd is just rattling me a little. And she said any ship that leaves there can end up in a hundred different places? This is a more tangled hyperspace locus than I thought. Do you think we should have come here, Derek?"

Wildstar sat with his eyes closed. "That woman Maetel told us it was important for us to come here. She seemed to know what we were up to. And she said this guy Harlock would help us. Funny...I did read about him."

"Explain?"

"I read one of Captain Avatar's old reference books before you started to distract me by getting changed before," smiled Derek. "In what I read, it said that the Harlock family was a line of famous explorers and pilots in the 20th and 21st centuries. A German pilot named Harlock navigated a path over the Owen Stanley Mountains in New Guinea right after World War I. Then, it recounted how a World War II Luftwaffe pilot named Harlock made a perilous escape out of Switzerland that no one else could have accomplished."

"What was he flying?"

"A Messerschmitt. You know…one of the old propeller-powered jobs with an internal-combustion engine?"

"Those must have been romantic planes to fly in, Derek. I'd love to fly a museum piece like that someday."

"A fighter?"

Nova nodded while making a course correction with her controls. "There were so many neat kinds in those old wars...the Spitfire, the Mustang, the Hellcat, the Zero, the Messerschmitt..."

"I remember reading that another Harlock flew one of those old helicopters in the Vietnam War, too. Then, a descendant of his flew in World War III."

"Unification Wars, Derek?"

He nodded. Nova then asked, "What kind of plane was it that he flew?"

"An F-575, one of the last nationally-developed planes. It was a mainstay of the United Nations forces."

"I heard those were hot."

"Flew one in a simulator once," said Derek. "Hey, when we get home, I can get you some simulator time at the Academy. You can fly an F-575...or one of those old prop planes you were talking about."

"Cool!" said Nova. "Now, let me think..." A light on her panel began beeping. "Two minutes to landing, Derek. Get yourself set for our arrival."

"Sounds good. Take us down easy."

"Won't be hard."

"Yeah. Hardly any wind to speak of," said Captain Wildstar as he looked at his instruments.

"Venture, this is Wildstar," said Derek over the radio.

"Yeah. How are you guys?'

"Fine. We're about to land. Nova's got us on a nice, easy glide path. We're landing right near a big mesa. Then, a quick walk, and we're in town. I'm sending you our location now for reference," said Derek as he turned on a locator beacon.

"Got it," said Venture. "Parsons has your beacon logged and noted. When do you think you'll be back?"

"Tomorrow morning, most likely. We have Federation notes as well as silver if that doesn't work."

"Derek, brace for landing," said Nova as she throttled down.

"Well, we're here now," said Captain Wildstar. "You guys have a good night. Keep watch for anything that might be hostile."

"Roger that," said Venture. "Good night, guys."

Nova grabbed the mike. "'Nite, Mark. Don't let the bedbugs bite."

"How does he put up with your jokes?" laughed Venture as Nova set the boat down on its thick-tired wheels.

"His are worse. Especially the knock-knock jokes."

"Oh, tell me about it," laughed Mark. "I know his whole repertoire. See you guys in the morning."

"How many knock-knock jokes do you know?" asked Nova as she began shutting down systems.

"Not sure. Lost count..."


A while later, they were walking together next to the dried stream bed they had seen on the map. The ground was red, sandy, and slightly rough but not impassable for either of them. Nova only had to stop once to get a stone out of a sandal.

"Maybe I should've borrowed Holly's sneakers, too," mused Nova. "Although these are great walking shoes when there's not lots of stones around. Stones! ICK! Give me a nice mountain stream in the Catskills, Rockies, or Japan Alps any day. I'd love to run around in khakis or a sundress, barefoot in the grass and mud, maybe even strip and run around like a sprite from A Midsummer Night's Dream when I get deep enough in the woods so that no one could see me except you."

"Like you did on the last two days of our honeymoon on that island," said Derek. "And you told me all our things were in the wash."

"Well, they were," said Nova. She picked a good-sized flat stone up off the riverbed and examined it. "Pretty polished. Must have been lots of water here once. Wonder what made it go away?"

"War...natural disaster...or people just used up the place. Or maybe it was dry all along," said Derek. "What a bleak place. I wish we were back on the island." Derek stopped and gave Nova a very dreamy look. "You looked gorgeous on that island."

"Are you dreaming about me swinging on that vine in my skin?"

"Yeah. First time I ever saw a lady actually swinging on a vine like that."

"Thanks," said Nova. She stopped to throw her rock. "Hmmm...I see buildings in the distance, and some house with a fence around it. I wonder who lives there?"

"Some beautiful weirdo like you?"

Nova rolled up her eyes. "Okay, so I'm a weirdo now, huh? No...I'm a free spirit."

"You missed the beautiful part," said Captain Wildstar as they climbed over a rail fence.

"Sorry," said Nova as she grabbed Derek after they finished the climb. She hugged him and they shared a kiss.

A minute later, they both jumped back in fright as somebody fired an energy shot between them.

Thirty seconds later, Derek had his sidearm out of his holster, while Nova had gotten hers out of the large purse she carried.

"Stop necking on my land, you stupid kids!" yelled a woman's high voice.

A moment later, a woman with weird light blue hair in a hot pink minidress strode out, holding a blaster on them. She had two gunbelts, and her minidress had a good-sized cut-out at the shoulders and near the breasts. The dress was very short (shorter, as a matter of fact, than Nova's own EDF nurses' minidress) and the girl's long legs were quite bare. She wore very tight pink lace-up boots.

Nova (who looked rather mundane and girl-next-door at the moment compared to this flashy chick with the hard eyes) summed up the girl in one quick female thought. You should talk; you're dressed like a tramp!

"What's the problem?" said Derek. "We had no idea this was your land. The house looks abandoned!"

"Yeah. What tub did you two come in off of? And why are you pointing guns at me? Got some bounty to collect?"

"Our business here is none of yours," said Nova. "My name's Nova. What's yours?"

"Give me your real name," sneered the girl. "The person you just described has been dead for something like seven hundred years."

"Well, I'm here. And this my husband, Derek."

"And I'm Minnie Mouse," sneered the woman. "Okay, I'll play along with your stupid charade," said the woman, guessing that the two people before her wouldn't put down their weapons, or back down at the sight of hers. At an opportune moment, she planned to put a knife in girlie's guts to teach her a thing or two. "I'll give you my real name. I'm Sylvia. I'm a bounty hunter."

"Sylvia," said Derek. "Whatever we've done, we're sorry. Sorry we snuck onto your land. My tenshi, Nova and I will be going in a minute.”

Tenshi?” sneered Sylvia. “Oh, you’re calling her an angel! You make me wanna throw up!”

“And you remind me of a sarcastic little devil,” snorted Nova. “Derek…c’mon…!”

“Sylvia,” said Captain Wildstar in a voice filled with warning. “I’m watching you. Just to be sure you don't shoot us in the back when we leave!"

"Hmmm...might be fun," said Sylvia. "I should just kill you criminals and see if you're on the lam from someplace." She laughed with a high, nervous and sarcastic laugh. Derek began to make a fist, but Nova moved first. Saying "Hold this," as she handed her weapon to her surprised husband, Nova ran up to Sylvia, dodged her next shot, and swung a quick high kick against her blaster hand that the bounty hunter didn't even try to block. Nova immediately sized her up as being horrible at unarmed combat. The EDF Lieutenant then yelled and thrust an extended hand into Sylvia's solar plexus, knocking her to her knees like a duckpin.

Nova knelt and picked up Sylvia's weapon. She shoved it into her belt. "Okay, did I make my point? That was for making fun of my husband and I!"

"Kill me," sobbed Sylvia. "You beat me and I'm worthless."

"Oh, grow up," said Nova. "I'm just taking your weapon and throwing it on the edge of your grounds. You can find it tomorrow morning at first light. I'd ask you to make tea after you catch your breath, but I'm afraid Derek and I don't like tea from self-righteous and deceitful little snakes like you! So, we'll say goodbye and get off your grounds. Remember, though, that we will not turn our backs to you."

Sylvia just snarled at them. She made an obscene gesture or two, and then ran off crying into her house.

"She's pretty flaky," said Derek.

"Coward," said Nova with a little grin. She spat on the ground. "And some people say I cry too much. I didn't even hit her that hard! It…it was a love tap!"

"Can't account for some people," said Derek with a shrug. "If that's the worst we're gonna face here, this little mission should be a piece of cake."

"I'd watch out for her, Derek. Something tells me she's a backstabber and a little sneak."

"Yeah. No honor," said Derek as they both climbed back over the rail fence. Nova stopped to tap the dead grass with a toe.

"Really dried out; and it's been here for a while. No wonder we thought it was abandoned. She needs to trim her lawn."

"Yeah," laughed Derek as he helped Nova straddle the rotting rail fence; not that she seemed to need any help, of course, since she was up and over the fence with the agility of a thirteen-year old kid climbing a tree.


A little later on, they were close to the town. Both Derek and Nova had paused under a tree. Nova had decided to climb the tree on the pretext of analyzing the alien fruit hanging on the branches.

Nova was looking at one of the fruits while Derek said, "Hey, Nova, knock, knock."

"Who's there?"

"Banana."

"Banana who?"

"Knock knock."

"Who's there?'

"Banana."

"Banana who?"

This went back and forth for five times while Nova looked at the fruit (it looked like a blue pear) concluded they shouldn't try to eat it without an analysis, and, instead, got some apple slices out of a plastic bag in her purse. "Derek, when's the punch line?" asked Nova.

"Coming up. Thanks for the apple."

"You're welcome."

"Knock knock..."

"Who's there?"

"Orange."

"Orange who?"

"Aren't ja glad I didn't say banana again?"

Nova grabbed at a light branch above Derek's head and lightly hit him with it. "That's your worst one! That's stupid!" she laughed.

"Hey, Nova. Ever heard the killer joke?'

"The killer joke," she said while leaning against the tree branch. She shinnied down the branch a little and noticed some very old rope tied around one of the branches. "Rope. I wonder what they use this tree for?"

"Maybe some kid put a rope ladder up there?" said Derek while munching around one of his wife's nutritious apple slices from the Argo's hydroponic garden. He had always thought that Nova certainly knew how to grow fruit, and was somewhat aware of the genetic manipulation she had been obliged to pull off to make a dwarf apple tree that grew regular-size Macintoshes. He hoped that she and Sane never got the idea to create a killer bunny rabbit or something equally weird.

"Or...maybe...since this is a frontier town..."

"What?"

"I'm not I want to say, Derek. I'll...give you a veiled hint." She then began to whistle a few bars of Billie Holiday's Strange Fruit, a dark song from the early 20th century about lynchings when bigots commonly did such things to African-Americans for very little reason at all, or sometimes, for none at all.

"Yeah...gotcha," said Derek, catching the reference. "It's quite possible...someone was swinging from this..."

"Shh," said Nova. "Someone's coming."

Both of them quieted down and sat together on the branch while voices could be heard below.

"Who's the last one we strung up?" said a male with a very hard voice.

"Dunno," said a wheezy old voice. "I'm losin' my reputation as the Hangin' Judge. Nobody around to hang. Even those danged pirates ain't been causin' no trouble lately and no one has enough guts to collect on that bounty. Gun Frontier needs another good hangin', and soon."

"We don't have a lot of laws, Judge Butler. What could we hang someone for? Messing with the whiskey? Not likely; hasn't happened in six years since that young Harlock showed up. And he fixed everything. Messing with property? Not much except broken windows ever since Big Beef Angus had that rampage. After that, that's when they got rid of the old marshal and judge and got us. And have we ever been able to raise a posse to drive out the pirates? No. They're too popular around here. Too well-liked, unfortunately."

"Yeah. And we don't take no crap, Marshal. Now, what can we do to have some fun here?"

Both men laughed as they walked back towards town.

"We'd better watch our tails, Nova," whispered Derek. "Let's get in, get the information we need, and get out. Watch me. And if things get rough, you get out of there."

"No, Derek...I don't want to leave your side. Or leave you in danger." It was getting dark, and Derek noticed that her messy blond hair was hanging in one eye, and looked very, very light in the fading sunlight and light reflected from several moons up in the sky. Nova looked both attractive and sad in the dying light.

"Nova, we need someone to get back to the ship with the information. If I get into trouble, I'm expendable."

"But you're the Captain," whispered Nova. "If we have to, I'll create a diversion so you can get back to the ship. Don't worry about me; I can take care of myself."

"Nova, that's very cold-blooded. I couldn't leave you!"

"I couldn't leave you, either."

"We're in this together," said Derek. "Let's get down from here and get going."


II. A NIGHT AT THE RED DOG SALOON

Planet Heavy Melder

About 60,000 lightyears away from Earth

Village of Gun Frontier

Red Dog Saloon

Wednesday February 17, 2202

1900 Hours Space time


A hand-painted wooden sign in Japanese, English, and some unknown alien language told the whole story. In English the sign looked like this and read thus, and was still just about visible in the moonlight:

WELCOME TO THE VILLAGE OF

GUN FRONTIER

POPULATION: 1,836

DISTURBING THE FREEDOMS OR DRINKS OF OTHERS

IS PUNISHABLE BY LAW

GOT IT, PILGRIM???

 

"Somebody must think they're really funny," huffed Derek Wildstar as he looked at the sign.

"Gun Frontier," said Nova. "If we hadn't heard that Marshal and judge up in the tree, I'd think that sign sounds like the name of a theme park. I wonder where the desperadoes are, apart from that wanna-be in the pink dress we just met?"

"Look," said Derek.

They looked down the town's dusty main street. Two men in cowboy hats, linen shirts, spurs, boots, jeans, and vests that could have come out of Central Casting were standing in the middle of the street cursing at each other.

"Ah tell ya, Lee, this town ain't big enough for the two of us!" one of them yelled. He was standing on a plank sidewalk.

"So what ya gonna do about it, jackass?" said another one, a man with a beard. He was in the middle of the dirt-covered street.

"Gonna plug yer carcass fulla holes. Stop messin' with my gal."

"Ah, drop dead, ya horse thief! Draw!" yelled the clean-shaven man.

"Yeah, you draw!" yelled the bearded man. Both men drew.

"STOP it!" yelled Nova. But, a minute later, Derek grabbed her wrists and pulled her back.

Gunshots rang out in the street. A moment later, both men fell on their faces in the street.

Nova ran up to look at the clean-shaven man over Derek's protests. She felt his pulse at his neck, and felt it fade under her hand as he lay on the plank sidewalk.

"Oh, my God," she muttered as Derek ran up. "Derek, nothing more I can do for him...what a waste!"

"Dead?"

Nova nodded, wiping away her tears. "Captain Avatar always said, wipe your tears and move on for the living. Let me check the other one."

A man in jeans, a red vest, white shirt, black bandana, black cowboy hat, and silver star grabbed Nova's hand. "No. Don't go to help him."

"Who are you? That man might need emergency medical attention, and I'm trained in nursing!"

"I'm Marshal Ryu Nishimoto," responded the brown-haired man with the hard voice that Nova immediately recognized as one of the men she had overheard up in that tree. "I'm the law around here, Miss, and we don't help people who get shot in gunfights. We figure it's their own business and their own fault, unless they can get up and have enough money to go see the town doctor and bite the bullet and have some whiskey for the operation. That is...unless you're his girlfriend, that is?"

"No, I'm her husband," said Derek. "We came from a ship that recently came in. We're officers on shore leave."

Nishimoto went over to the bearded man and gave him a good, hard kick. "Yup, dead. I'll get the undertaker to pick them up later on. Well, officer whomever ya are, this is not your ship. We don't like the military much here. We run our own affairs, and we don't care for outsiders meddling about in our business."

"Marshal, stop picking on them. Especially the young woman," said a low but authoritative female voice.

"Why is that? We barely tolerate your presence here, girl," said Nishimoto.

Nova turned, and noticed that the voice belonged to a woman with a most striking appearance.

Oh, my God, she looks just like my cousin Jane...except for those green eyes...and that scar. Who is she? Nova thought. She looks tough.

The young woman wore a red tunic with a silver-white skull and crossbones emblem on the front, along with a red, black, and purple cloak, white leggings, and distinctive calf-high red boots. She had bright red hair, and had a skull-and-crossbones pin in her hair. She wore two weapons; a blaster and a sword.

The sword was out, and it was being pointed at the Marshal. "I see you just raised the local bounty on my head, Marshal. Why don't you try to collect on it? It'd make you rich," said the newcomer in a calm but definite don't mess with me sort of voice.

"We could kill you any time we wanted, Captain Emeraldas. We're just waiting for the right time."

"Like when our ships aren't near the planet? Not too likely. Now, stop hassling this young man and this young woman. My friends have business with them tonight."

"How do you know them? I've never seen them in this town before."

"You must have failed your history lessons," said Emeraldas in a calm voice. "If you knew whom you were just talking with, you'd be more afraid of this couple than you are of me. I have a lot of respect for these people."

She knows! Derek thought. And her name sounds familiar. She must be a confederate of that Harlock we were about to meet here.

Derek was about to ask a question, but Emeraldas respectfully raised a hand and said, "Please, Captain. As you were saying, Marshal?"

"Why do you respect these people so much?" said the Marshal as he looked at Nova and Derek. "They don't look very exceptional, big, tall, or strong. I only see one blaster, and that's the old one the man has."

"I guess the names 'Wildstar' or 'Kodai' must not ring a bell with you," said Emeraldas as Derek and Nova looked on in shock. "Don't worry," she said as she looked at them. "Anyone who knows history and how the timelines intersect here must have guessed they would come here sooner or later. At any rate, you're quite safe with me and my friends. Not that I have too many doubts about your ability to get yourselves out of tight spots, my friends. I'm older than you, but you're both vigorous, young, and almost at the height of your abilities. Everything that's transpired between you and Desslok is well known to anyone who can read. And we know that where you are, Yamato is not far behind. Ignore him. He won't do anything. Not without his posse. Now, come on. We have friends waiting."

Then, Nishimoto looked on with shock as Emeraldas sheathed her cutlass, beckoning for Derek and Nova to follow her.

"Interesting," whispered Derek.

"Yes," nodded Nova. "I think I like her already."

"Nova, thanks for the compliment," said Emeraldas while looking back. She smiled and walked onwards.

As the Wildstars were about to learn tonight, it was not easy to earn this woman's respect.


A while later, they stood before a classic clapboard saloon with batwing doors. The sign above it read: THE RED DOG SALOON. Est. 2978.  

"I see that people smoke a lot in there," said Derek as he looked through the doors.

“God, what a stench,” said Nova as she coughed. “Don’t they know tobacco is a major carcinogen?”

"That they do, but they still do it," said Emeraldas. She began to go in, but a short middle-aged man with a dark green bandana around his head ran up. "Captain! We picked up a scan you ought to know about."

"When, Mister Daiyama?" asked Emeraldas.

"About twenty minutes ago. The Chief sent me down in the shuttle right after you left."

"Excuse me, please," said Emeraldas. "I'll meet the two of you inside. Look for a short man with a wide-brimmed hat, thick glasses, and a poncho with a strange-looking bird. He'll be accompanied by a brown-haired man with a scar and a blue uniform who might be wearing a cowboy hat; he's sort of dressed down tonight. They'll know you two on sight."

"Okay," said Derek. "Nova, let's go in."

"Right."

They pushed the batwing doors and walked in.

Loud honky-tonk piano music surrounded them as they walked in. Nova coughed again at the heavy cigar and cigarette smoke that filled the joint. Laughter and cursing could be heard from the round tables in this dimly-lit saloon. Nova noticed no women in here except for two women in short skirts who were languidly leaning against a balcony above the huge bar. When one of them gave a flash of black fishnet hose, Nova immediately guessed at her profession.

Derek and Nova walked up to the bar together, ignoring the muttering and comments from the habitués of the bar, all of whom looked rather dirty and ill-favored.

A bartender with white hair, a white beard, and a fishnet cap on walked up. "Hi, son," he said to Wildstar. "Name your poison."

"Your best draft beer, please," said Derek.

"Same for me," said Nova.

"I wasn't talking to you, miss. And I'm not sure it's such a good idea for you to be in here. The Boss doesn't like women and children being in here."

"I'm his wife," said Nova. "If he drinks, I drink with him."

Up in the balcony, one of the establishment girls leaned over to her partner and whispered, "Bartimeus had better throw her out, soon. If she isn't outta here, she'll destroy all of our business for tonight."

"Yeah, Melody," said her dark-haired partner in a high voice. "All the cowpokes in here will wanna be sleeping with her. Stupid blondie. She looks too much like that pirate queen witch we see in town every now and then."


A moment later, the bartender slid two mugs of beer down the polished bar towards Derek and Nova.

Derek tasted his beer. "Not bad."

"Yecch," said Nova after tasting hers.

"What's wrong? You usually like a good cold draft from a frosty mug like that."

"I like cocktails better. Derek, this is watered."

He took some of her beer and tasted it. "Yeah. They gypped you."

Nova banged her mug on the bar. "Bartender!"

"Yeah?" said the old man.

"Sir, this isn't beer. It's a glass of water diluted with beer," said Nova with a witty smile.

"I told ya; he doesn't like women and children being in here. Neither do the saloon girls."

"Ignore what they want. I want a real beer," said Nova.

"Nothing doing, girlie."

"Give her the beer," said an eccentric-looking young man in a wide-brimmed hat and poncho who only came up to Nova's belt line. "She already paid for it, ya crook."

"Oh, look at this. A kid's telling me what to do, now. Lady, did you bring your son in here? You are one messed-up broad."

"I'm not her son," said the little man in a high-pitched voice. "I'm a man, too."

A few of the men in the bar guffawed loudly. Behind his glasses, the little man rolled up his small eyes and pulled out a huge katana. A scowling man pointed a gun at him, but the little man took a confident swing at his gun.

Somehow, the barrel fell off. Then, a moment later, the strange little man swung again, cutting his sandwich in half. Then, he used his sword to push a mug of beer under the tap, tapped the beer tap with the tip of the katana until the mug was full, and then used the katana to push the beer down towards Nova.

"Thanks," said Nova.

"My pleasure."

"Hey!" yelled the bartender. "Ain't ya payin' for that?"

"If you gyp women, it's your loss," said the little man. He followed up his declaration with a high-pitched laugh, and said, "C'mon. Now that you've got drinks, my friend’s waiting for you."

"Who are you?" said Derek.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, sir. My name is Tochiro Oyama, former Lieutenant Commander, Engineering, United Nations Space Defense Forces. I knew your brother and his best friend Stephen Sandor. Decent people. Funny, but people here say I left a lot of descendants running around. Haven't met any yet, though! And boy, am I a long way from Tokyo! You can thank the Gamilons for that."

He laughed again, thinking this was tremendously funny.

They sat down at a round table. A strange bird flew up and sat on Tochiro's shoulder as a man in an old blue shipsuit with a high Captain's collar (Derek recognized it because he had seen Alex wearing this old issue once, a long time ago) looked up and waved a cheery hello at his friend.

Then, his face turned very serious. He had a mane of long brown hair that made Derek's look positively neat, and a huge scar disfigured his right cheek. His left eye was gone, replaced by an eyepatch. He wore a black cowboy hat, and he drank wine from a goblet.

"At last we meet," said the man. "Or, rather, we meet again, Captain Wildstar. I met you once under different circumstances back when you were far too young to remember. I was close to your brother, and I told him a long time ago I'd always be your shadow when he wasn't around. Unfortunately, the Gamilons didn't allow things to happen that way."

"I'm his shadow," said Nova protectively.

"I don't remember you," said Captain Wildstar. "What's your name?"

"Captain P. F. Harlock, former Captain, United Nations Space Defense Forces, and former master of the command missile ship Deathshadow. I once commanded a squadron of missile ships that your brother Alex was in. His ship, the Paladin, actually took the place of my flagship for a while after my ship disappeared. I'm descended from a line of pilots, and I have heard that there are descendants of mine running around. Never met them, though. Lucky for me."

"Interesting," said Derek. "You wanted to meet with us? I take it you've heard of the Argo?"

"Secondhand, and the same goes for the name. I never saw her being built, of course. I met with Admiral Avatar once, back when the ship was called Yamato. They had plans made up for her. She was supposed to be a sort of Noah's Ark to take men, women, and animals and plants off of Earth if it ever became unlivable. She was just a set of blueprints when I heard of her, but I did see the blueprints; she looked like a neat design. Then, I was forced to leave Earth behind. It was amazing, when I came in, looking up on my viewscreen and finally seeing the legendary ship in reality. Sort of like waking up from a dream. And you're the famous Nova Forrester?"

"Yes, I am. How'd I get to be so...?"

"News travels fast in the Gamilon fleet, and then out to the rest of the universe, even though Desslok may not like it. It's now quite well-known what transpired between you and Desslok just a little while ago. Oh. Sorry about my error. I know you're married to him now. Please forgive my rudeness."

"Of course, Harlock," said Nova.

"Now, as for your history?" said Derek.

"Unimportant for now," said Harlock. He took out a data disc and small portable holographic reader about the size of a folding camera. "I have some information to share with you. Without this, you'll never get out of this region of space and get home. Since I owe you a personal debt of obligation I could never fulfill until now, I figured this would be the best time in which to fulfill my debt to you and Alex."

"This is the situation," said Harlock as he put the data disc into his portable reader.

First, an image of the planet appeared. "Heavy Melder happens to lie at the intersection of several hundred hyperspace routes. It and its star actually appear in different places around the Local Group, depending upon which time stream you're coming in from. You're on this time stream right now," he said, pointing at a flashing blue line indicating the Argo's course inwards. To get back out into the space between your galaxy and the Great Magellenic Cloud in your time, just continue to follow the route like this," said Harlock as the line grew longer and eventually disappeared off the graphic. "You will have to warp at exactly 1.34 AU's away from the planet. Warp precisely ten thousand lightyears in this direction," he said as coordinates appeared below the line. "Tochiro calculated those. Those coordinates will get you right to Planet Balan, where you can resume your journey."

"And you'll have to resume it soon," said Tochiro. "Because time is running out. Of course, you take this data capsule with you..."

"Why do you say time is running out?" asked Derek.

"Take a look," said Tochiro as he readjusted a control on the reader.

A small but exquisite image of the Great Magellenic Cloud and the Milky Way appeared above the reader before a startled Derek and Nova's eyes. "See that flashing dot at the far side of the Great Magellenic Cloud?" asked Tochiro. "That thing is a planet-sized fortress I picked up. From what I can guess, it has a diameter of about eighteen thousand kilometers, and the mass of either Earth or Mars. The power levels coming off that object are immense. I wonder who could have built this thing? I did a course projection, and it looks like it's heading right for the Milky Way at an immense speed."

Derek and Nova looked at each other with shock. Ekogaru? Oh, God, we're too late! Nova thought. We can never make it to Iscandar before he does now!

"I can tell that's what you're seeking?" asked Emeraldas as she came up to the table. She gave Tochiro a hug before she sat down.

"Why the hug?" said Tochiro.

"You're not the same as him, but you're getting better," she whispered.

"And?"

"You make me laugh," she said with a smile, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Now, about your fortress," said Emeraldas in a louder voice.

"Yes. It's much closer to Iscandar than we thought it was," said Derek. "How old is this scan?"

"I took it on the Arcadia yesterday. The Arcadia...that's our ship. The Deathshadow we knew is long-gone," said Tochiro. "That power source wasn't hard to pick up. Right now, he's only ninety thousand light-years from the Sanzar System."

"The Arcadia?" asked Nova.

"My pirate battleship," said Harlock as an image of the Arcadia appeared. She was a sleek, good-sized ship in dark blue bearing a skull and crossbones and an unusual aft deck that resembled that of an ancient galleon. "She was rebuilt from the wreck of an old Gamilon vessel by Tochiro and my crew after we escaped the Gamilon penal colony we were held in. In the Battle of Tethys in 2196, my vessel was shot up and Tochiro and I were captured. We were sent to a Gamilon labor colony after having our memories erased. We were worked as slaves, until it came out that the operation was imperfectly done for Tochiro and I. When we found something that jogged our memory, we planned an escape with our fellow prisoners, stole a Gamilon faster-than-light battleship, and then left. Later on, Tochiro rebuilt her, and we took to the Sea of Stars, plundering our enemies as well as any other ships we could fight. As you might guess, we are all professional space pirates as well as freedom fighters."

"The Harlock of my time has a much bigger version of the Arcadia built according to the same design," said Emeraldas. “But that version has a skull and crossbones right on the bow. Yours, I see, has a ram there.”

"So what do you plunder?" asked Captain Wildstar with a grin. "It appears I'm sitting here with a couple of cutthroats."

Tochiro smiled a wide, toothy smile that reminded Derek of Doctor Sane.

"We plunder what we need from other vessels," said Captain Harlock. "Emeraldas and I fight for one thing; freedom. We detest Gamilon, Rikasha, the Mechanized Empire, the Cometines, whomever tries to keep people from living as free men and women. I have abandoned Earth to live in the sea of stars as a fighter like a ronin and fulfill this purpose until I die. Then, as I understand from being here in this place that spans all times and places, other descendants of mine shall live to take up the same quest."

"As long as there is deep space, as long as men and women wish to live free, there will always be a Harlock," said Emeraldas. "I am aging, myself, but as long as there are women who wish to live free, there will always be an Emeraldas, as well," said the female pirate. "Even after I die, others will follow in my footsteps. It has been this way for centuries. And there is a mystery about me you do not know. Harlock knows, Tochiro knows...but..."

"Can you tell us?" asked Nova.

"No, I cannot. It would affect what you must do," said Emeraldas. "Trust me."

"I see," said Nova, a little crestfallen.

Derek said, "Since you know of my brother...I think you know about my parents, Harlock."

"Your brother told me. And I'm so sorry. Let me buy you another drink."

"I'm not sure I want..."

All of a sudden, Derek Wildstar felt something hard and cold being pressed into the back of his neck.

'Hey, kid. Your midget buddy over there cut my friend's cut up with his freaky sword."

"Yeah," said another one behind Harlock. "We don't like freaks in this town."

"Especially ugly little ones like you," said another man as he and another one put weapons into Tochiro's neck.

"You people have some nerve," said Emeraldas calmly as she got up. To her surprise, Nova got up with her.

A fifth one came up behind the two women. "You two ladies have a chance to get your asses out of here now. I'm sure that you don't want to see your men getting their faces rearranged."

"Sure you don't want your own face rearranged?" said Nova sweetly. "You're ugly enough that it wouldn't matter much."

The local galoots began laughing, and their guard relaxed.

Tochiro started it by getting up and smacking one of his captors a good one in the mouth.

A moment later, his enraged friend grabbed Tochiro by his poncho and threw him out the front window of the saloon.

A few other people got up, and Captain Wildstar and Captain Harlock also jumped up, pushing away their tormentors' blasters.

Wildstar looked straight at Emeraldas. "Do me a favor. Get Nova out of here. NOW!"

"Derek!" Nova protested. "Hey, I can back you up!"

"Unfortunately, he might have a point," said Emeraldas. "Come on...we need to see if Tochiro is all right. I do understand you're a nurse? Tochiro might need patching up. I hope you have something in that handbag of yours."

A somewhat unwilling Nova was pulled out of the saloon by Emeraldas, looking back reproachfully at her husband as she left.

"Now, that we have the women out of the way so they don't get hurt by flying chairs or bottles?" said Derek.

"Now, we can kick some tail," said Harlock.

"Yeah," replied Derek. "Let's get to it!"


TO BE CONTINUED WITH ACT SIX--"BUSHWHACKED!"


THERE ARE NOW 99 DAYS TO THE ARRIVAL OF EKOGARU IN EARTH'S SOLAR SYSTEM


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