Somewhere in the universe sits the planet Roo’thah. The planet has gone under some major modifing in the last three years, and with the recent return of the Dominion of Monkeys to existance, it has seen several more.

Above the planet floats the newest DoM instalation, the Axalon 5. Below, on the planet’s surface, the ever rebuilt Pub has been established in an old abandoned town somewhere in Upper Fnordia, near one of the many space ports.

The typical gaggle of bar-hoppers have found there way there. Aliens, robots, humanoids, and a variety of cyborg-pokefanatic-immortal-animated industrial strength goo creatures have gathered to drink under the co-bartenders: Hound99 and Cheetback.

Hound: I really can’t believe he’s gone.

CB: Yeah, the freak’s always been around. He’s dependable that way. But then, he changed after our time travel adventure.

H: Indeed he did. But, still, leaving on some strange litrle journey of self discovery to some random corner of the universe? We don’t even know which corner.

CB: But he has to do what he feels is necesary.

H: I guess so! Hello, can I help you?

A new figure has entered the Pub during the conversation and has aprroached the bar. He is rather short, about four and a half feet tall. His skin is blue... and rotting. He has a long snout, and a tattered, worn, and torn three-piece suit. His eyes are a piercing yellow in the black void of his eye sockets.

Figure: Yes. The name... is UnlceDeadly. I am... new... to this place, and heard this Pub was the place to go to find people.

H: Yes, yes it is. The DoM Pub is populated by all the sorts of people native to the Axalon Underground.

UD: Ah yes, the DoM. Do the members of that group frequent here often?

CB: No, not really. Occasionally Sionyx will come in here for sober time. And the Doc shows up every now and then for some alchohol, but hes been pretty busy with his empire lately.

UD: Yes, the... Fnord Empire... right?

H: Yes.

UD: But most members of these groups tend not to be in the bar made for them?

CB: Sounds odd, doesn’t it.

UD: Hmm, perhaps then, you could give me some information on where I might find someone.

CB: Sure, but it depends on who it is your looking for. Some people we don’t have any way of finding, others are better left unfound.

UD: His name is Silicron. But I believe you would know him as... SlipBot.

CB: SlipBot? He never told me he had another name. Are you sure Mr... um, FatherCorpse?

UncleDeadly’s eyes flare and a kurasai-gama appears in his hand, the scythe blade end underneath Cheetback’s chin.

UD: That’s UncleDeadly. Now do you know where SlipBot is or not?

CB: I dont, I really dont!

UD: And why not?

Hound steps into the middle of the discussion, pushing aside the weapon.

H: Listen, no one really knows where SlipBot is. He left a little while ago on some personal journey. Something about meeting himself or something. He used his SlipDrive and vanished to some untracable location, okay?

UD: Till he meets himself, eh. How fitting a time for him to do this. None the less, I must find him. He has something of mine. Something I must live without.

H: What the hell is that supposed to mean.

UD: I’m a ghost. See if that helps you. *he looks around a little* So he’s nowhere on this planet then, or this star system I would suppose.

CB: As best our scientists can tell, his SlipDrive used up enough power to propel himself across the entire span of the galaxy, if not further. We do believe he had a set destination though. He imputed a specific code.

UD: A code? Hmm. Excelent. That shall be quite useful. Now tell me where the Space port is and I shall leave here.

The barkeeps quickly divulge the directions and the phatom makes his exit through the saloon like doors onto the planet’s surface once more.

CB: What the hell could SlipBot have that this guy wants so badly? I didn’t even think SlipBot had that much stuff besides his ship and animals, most of which he either made or found.

H: Who knows. We know SlipBot has had one rocky past. Perhaps this guy is some part of it.

At that moment, Sionyx comes strolling in, bringing in a large, and stylish, coffee machine.

Si: Who was that weird little man that just went rushing out of here towards the spaceport.

CB: Supposedly he’s in search of SlipBot. I think he knows SlipBot from somewhere in the past.

Si: No, that would be impossable.

H: How do you know.

Si: Because, hes not from around here.

CB: Duh, I could have told you that.

Si: No, I mean around here as in our reality. There’s no way he could have known Slip. I sense he’s only been in existance for two weeks or so.

CB: You mean, about the same amount of time the DoM has been back?

Si: Yeah, the exact same amount of time....

H: The plot thickens.

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Elsewhere, UncleDeadly finds the large doors of the SpacePort guarded by... well, guards!

UD: Stand aside please.

In the background, a shuttle craft fires its engines and takes off.

Guard1: We can not, unless you have proper clearance for this facility.

Guard2: Yes, only properly certified persons may enter this facility.

UD: Then I need no certification, for I am not a person. Im a spirit.

The robotic sentries pause a moment as they conduct an electronic conversation with themselves and the computer behind them.

G1: I’m sorry, but even if you are a spirit, you must have clearance. All physical beings, living by soul or spark, must have proper clearance to gain entrance to the shipyard. Lurkers without authorization must not be allowed in, those are our orders.

UD: But Im not a lurker, and Im not alive! I’m not even physical. I’m the Undead for crying out loud!

G2: We detect that you have a physical body, and you are speaking to us, thus, you must be alive.

UD: Damn, they dont program much inteligence into you two do they?

G2: No, low inteligence insures that their is no risk of an insurrection in the ranks and that we will follow all orders exactly.

UD: *aside*Damn, they truly know how stupid they are. *to the guards* Now listen up Tweedle-Iron and Tweedle-Tin. Your going to let me in.... NOW!

His eyes flare a second and a yellow aura generates around him. His Kurasai-Gama, a long chain with a weighted, spiked ball attached to a pole and scythe, forms in his hands the weight spinning around in a loop.

Guards: We can not.

UD: Fine then. Phantom Blast!!

His whole body moves into an attack. The weighted ball slams against the ground producing tremors and a blinding flash of light, temporarily jamming the robots sensors. In that lapse, UncleDeadly flies over to the door.

UD: Shadow Scythe!

A high whistling acompanies the downward arc of the blade, slashing the door diaganolly into two pieces the fall away from each other. UncleDeadly jets through the open gate with the gracefullness of wind.

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A thousand and one alarms go off all aross the compound of the spaceport, which shows up as an angry beeping noise on the large map in Emperor Archeville’s throne room, some couple hundred miles away.

Archeville: Phil, what is going on at the SpacePort.

Phil, the Scientist turned Dominar’s computerized assistant hovers over as his spherical avitar self to inform the Doc of the current situation.

Phil: It appears that some new entity has entered the space port unauthorized. The alarms siginify that he is armed and dangerous. We do not yet know of what he is trying to do, except of course, to get a ship.

The comm link activates.

H: I’m afraid I know why he’s there Doctor.

A: Hound, what is it?

H: His name is UncleDeadly, he was just at the Pub a few minutes ago. He’s searching for SlipBot.

A: SlipBot? But he’s gone. Oh no, you mean...

H: Yes, he asked for directions to the space port. He said he was new in town so I figured he landed at the port, or something, so we told him. I didnt realize that he would break in.

A: If he’s new here, and doesn’t have clearance for the ports, which he would if he hasd a ship, how did he get here?

P: Unknown sir.

H: Same. Although Si got some strange senses from him. Something, unatural, at least unatural for our world.

A: Damn, that really helps out. Phil, have the SpacePort deploy all available guards to detain this UncleDeadly character. We must find out exactly what he wants with SlipBot.

P: Afirmative.

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As UncleDeadly floats madly through the sea of ships, all unsuited to his needs and tastes, he spies a guard-drone aproaching at a fast pace on its hoverjets.

Guard: Guard-drone unit Jete-359 reporting. Target identified. Moving in for capture.

UD: I don’t think so.

J-359: Halt intruder. Halt or prepare to be neutrilized.

The robot’s arm rises, and a dual barrel energy gun flips out of the wrist.

UD: Your such the charmer, aren’t you.

The weapon fires sending two identical bursts of red energy out at their target.

In one fast move, UncleDeadly crosses his arms, allowing his weapons chain and wooden handle to cross. At the moment of crossing, his body became translucent.

The weapon fire passes right through his body. He uncrosses his arms.

UD: Missed.

J-359: Incorrect. Targetting was at 100% efficiency. I could not have missed.

UD: But you did! Now let me show you a real hit. Shadow Scythe!

Once more, the blade swings through the air, causing the drone to burst apart at the metal seems. A moment later, the presence of a dozen more units alighted on UncleDeadly’s senses.

As he spun around to shield himself better, one of the units fired and hit the undead blue creature, sening him crashing into a delux Maximal scout ship. it toppled off its platform under the force of the impact.

UD: My, that does smart now, doesn’ it.

UncleDeadly, slightly singed, but none the worse for ware, floated back into the air, carrying his kurasai-gama once more. He wipped the weighted ball towards the oncoming guards.

The sphere slammed into one unit, shooting right through as the chain continued to grow for a short while. The unit exploded, taking out its companions on either side. The chain retracted and UncleDeadly swung out with the blade, leaving huge gashes across several of the units. One lost a leg with the next swing, another an arm, and a third lost its head and fell to the ground, self-destructing.

UD: Now, don’t go all to pieces over little ol’ me!

The constant battle waged for several more minutes as more and more guards replaced the ever growing numbers of destroyed units. UncleDeadly took his fair share of hits too. A trickle of royal purple blood rolled down from the corner of his mouth, and his knuckles had many abrasions on them, not to mention the severe internal bleeding. None of it seemed to phase him.

UD: This really has been fun, but I have to get going. I have a Maximal to catch up with, and he already has such the lead! Phantom Blast!

The ball swung around his head one full extra time for good measure before slamming itself into the ground, erupting a geyser of steam and a small earthquake in the Space Port. In the swirl of confusion, SlipBot made his way out of that area and over to a spot with transport vessels.

One vessel had a very plain and simple pilot-droid standing by the gang plank. UncleDeadly aproached it.

UD: You there! What is your designation, and it this your vessel.

Drone: I am called Kassig 7 of 11. And no, this vessel belongs to my owner, who is off on buisness presently. I await his return.

UD: Not anymore you are’nt Kassig. Your coming with me!

The weighted ball swung around Kassig, wrapping him up with chain as UncleDeadly shot up the gang plank, still hovering a few inches off the ground. The chain grew taught and Kassig 7 of 11 found himself pulled inside the vessel.

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Kas: Unchain me you monster. Unchain me at once! I must wait for my master to return.

UD: Congratulations, you’ve just been liberated, now get this craft moving!

UncleDeadly swung around his catch into the pilot’s seat and alowed Kassig’s arms enough movement to pilot the vessel. But the drone hesitated.

UD: Do it now, or you’ll feel the true force of my power, drone!

Kas: Y- y- y- ye- yes sir-r-r-r.

The long slender mechanical digits flew over the comand panel, a keyboard held by a few poles in front of the large swivel seat in the cockpit of the ship, in the front as opposed to the back where they had entered.

UncleDeadly glanced back through the cockpit door, and through the cargo bay that comprised the rest of the standard innards of the vessel, to see the cargo door closing. A moment later, his ears registered the sound of the engines firing, and the jerking of the ship tipped him off to the fact that they were taking off.

Weapons fire soon found its mark across the ship.

UD: Does this thing have weapons?

Kas: No, its only a cargo ship. But it does have shields.

UD: Then raise them!

UncleDeadly roared this command as he brought his face within an inch of Kassig. Though only a robot, with limited senses, Kassig could tell that his capter had quite the smell, both in breath and in body.

Kas: Done.

The weapons fire soon became quieter and UncleDeadly took the chance to look out the window in front of him. Below, some hundred feet or so now, 40-60 guard drones were firing at the ship, whose shields shrugged them off like raindrops from below.

Kas: Wh-wh-where to, sir.

UD: Imput these co-ordinates: 8-33-0731-78-034-50

Kas: Done.

In a moment, the ship lurched once more, and fired off its engines in a powerful thrust, propelling it towards the outskirts of the planet’s atmosphere, avoiding the various extra planetary defenses they would encounter.

UD: I’ll find you SlipBot. You dont know it yet, but you’ll rue the day you took what is mine.

TBC...