Copyright 2000 -- Robert Baer Jr. The Space Rovers -- "War in the Heavens -- Part 3" DISCLAIMER Road Rovers characters, names, situations and the Road Rovers universe are the property of Warner Bros. I, nor this script/story are connected with Warner Bros. in any way, shape or form. This document may not be publicized or reproduced in any way, shape or form. It must remain fully intact and may not be altered in anyway. It is strictly used for not-for-profit entertainment purposes only, and is not intended to infringe on any Copyrights. This story is written by Robert Baer Jr and the characters Otto, Starlight, Samantha Maddog, Molly Maddog, Warrior, Princess, Fydo, Boomer, Rasputin, Saundra, Alexander, Grunt, Daisy, Abdullah, Bob, Cactus Jake, Marie, Francis, Calypso, Sheena, Bruno, Molly, Deborah, Orchid, Porta, Dot, Luigi, Sophia, Willfong, Lao Zi, Su Li, Claudia, Sno-wie, Numbia, Hojo, Shamansta, Derby, Poncho and the Gila Monster are all Robert Baer Jr's creations, copyright pending, 1999 - 2000. Cobber is a creation of Mike Browner, Misty Maddog is a creation of Bart Walls. DJ is a creation of Jake Williams. Marauder is a creation of Jerimy Bass. Huntress is a creation of Greywolf Lupous. The Space Rovers -- "War in the Heavens -- Part 3" Persia is still weeping as Grunt walks over and give her a warm hug. Suddenly, she looks over at Alexander. PERSIA (sternly): Old man, I want a meeting with all Canius Minor crew and civilains at the lounge area in ten minutes. (looks at Boomer): Bring us to a full stop, call for shift three to come up and relieve all of you, I want to see every one of you at the meeting. BOOMER (nods): Aye aye, Captain. The scene is the lounge area, ten minutes later. Persia, Alexander, Saundra, Boomer, Whitey, Bob, Cactus Jake, Bruno and Molly are seated to the right of a podium set up on the stage area. BRUNO (whipsers to Persia): Captain, nearly everyone is here, and to the rest of the Space Rovers who couldn't make it, your message will be broadcast throughout the ship as you requested. PERSIA (whispers back): Thank you. The Captain walks up and stands behind the podium, she feels a twinge of nervousness when see sees all of the crew looking up at her, but she realizes that she must speak. PERSIA (into mic): Space Rover crew and civilians. I will come right to the point and help clear up any rumors that have started circulating aboard this ship. I, your Captain, have disobeyed the direct orders of the Master in regards to helping our Jurrassian allies in this war against the Imzomans. I felt that we could not just fly home while our friends aboard the Degalo were killed. For this action, I am now to face a courtmartial when we return to Earth. For the record, I want to make something very, very clear. I and I alone will take full responisibility for what has happaned in the past twelve hours aboard this ship. The war between the Jurrassian Alliance and the Imzomans is not over, until it is, I intend to aid the Alliance in any way I can. If there is any member of this crew or civilian who wishes to leave now, we'll drop you off on the next alliance planet until we return home. Lt Jake will be passing around a list and ... WILLFONG (stands up, interrupts): I'm staying! The Imzomans killed my wife and children! I'll fight with you to the bitter end! BOB (stands up): That goes for me too, Captain! GRUNT (stands up): GRRRRRRRRRRRRR GROWL!!! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! Soon, everyone in the audience is standing up and shouting 'We're staying', this show of loyalty moves Persia to tears, though she tries very hard not to cry in front of the crew. BRUNO (stands up): I just got messages from all the other crew members watching you on their monitors! It's unanimous! All of us are with you, Captain Persia! A loud cheer rises out of the audience at Bruno's announcement, Grunt is so moved, he runs out to the podium and hugs Persia. DERBY (on PA system): ALL HANDS TO BATTLE STATIONS! ALL HANDS TO BATTLE STATIONS ALL SENIOR OFFICERS REPORT TO THE BRIDGE AT ONCE!! PERSIA (shouting): No time for celebrations! Everyone to their assigned areas! In a matter of minutes, Persia and the other senior officers return to the bridge, they receive the bad news from Derby. DERBY (sternly): There's trouble, Captain! I received a message from the Jurrassian Alliance high command. Those bloody Imzomans have launched four more Q-BO devices towards Alliance space! PERSIA (turns to Whitey): Whitey, track them and put them on the front viewer. WHITEY (nods): Here it is, Captain! PERSIA (points): Well, they certainly know what they're doing! See, the four machines are far apart from each other, on four defferent places along the Jurrassian frontier. CACTUS JAKE (shouts): We'll take'm out like we did last time! ALEXANDER (shakes head): We can't this time. According the these flight patterns, all four Q-BOs will begin destroying Alliance planets at the same time. We cannot possibly be at four locations at once! SAUNDRA (excited): Wait a minute! The Willians have artifical wormhole technology also! They can help us! PERSIA (nods): True, but they'll need our assistance to set up their generators properly. We have to be certain all four are destroyed. If only one Q-BO reaches populated planets, millions will die! CACTUS JAKE (growls): Lookie on the screen! Them heartless cats have withdrawn all of their battle cruisers. They're setting the Q-BOs loose to do their dirty work for them! WHITEY (shakes head): They do not fight with any honor! PERSIA (sternly): Let's not waste any more time! Bruno, contact the Willian flagship and explain our plan to them. Old man, our friends will need our help, I want a list of all personnel who are familiar with our wormhole generator technology. WHITEY (looks at screen): Judging by their estimated course and speed, the Q-BOs will enter Alliance population centers in less than two hours. PERSIA (sternly): Ok, we gotta hurry! A half hour passes, three Willian vessels have joined the Canius Minor. Ju-phrar, the ranking officer of the task force is on the bridge discussing the battle plan with Persia and the others. JA-PHRAR (looks at screen): I see! Captain, you're wanting each of my three ships to open wormholes directly into the gravity wells of stars to draw the Q-BO devices into them? PERSIA (nods): I know it's very dangerous, our ship was nearly destroyed during our last encounter with a Q-BO, but conventional weapons won't stop these automated planet killers. There's no other way. JA-PHRER (nods): Very well, but my engineers have no knowledge in setting our wormhole generators the way you did. PERSIA (smiles): That's why, with your permission, some of our science officers will join your crews for this mission. Alexander has a list of team assignments. I've assigned two scientists and one security officer to each of your vessels. JA -PHRER (examines list on screen): Hmmmmm. Whitey, Sophia and Grunt are assigned to my ship, the Trafogger. Bob, Lao Zi and Rasputin are assigned to the Mishdo, Flash, Daisy and Su Li are assigned to the Slambosto. Where will Lt Fydo be assigned? ALEXANDER (surprised): Well, Lt Fydo will remain on board with us .... JA-PHRER (sternly): I insist that Fydo be assigned to MY ship! I want the great hero of our planet with us! PERSIA (turns to Grunt): Commander, would you mind if Fydo took your place on the Trafogger? GRUNT (smiling): GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR GROWL!! PERSIA (nods): Alright, Admiral Ja-phrer, Fydo will join Whitey and Sophia aboard your flagship. JA-PHRER (happy): Splendid! There's no time to lose! PERSIA (smiles): I agree! So, we are agreed on our fleet's positionings, correct? JA-PHRER (nods): Yes, I understand, good luck to all of us! Within a matter of minutes, the Space Rover science teams have join their respective ships and all four vessels use their artificial wormhole generators to arrive at their predetermined coordinates in space to set their wormhole 'traps' for the Q-BO machines. The scene switches aboard the Trafogger, where Admiral Ja-Phrer sits in his command 'chair' surrounded by other Willian crew members at their assigned duty stations. Whitey and Sophia stand next to a Willian science officer, explaining how to set the wormhole generator to 'catch' a Q-BO. Fydo stands nervously next to the Admiral, who is shouting out orders left and right. JA-PHRER (shouting): Set our force fields to maximum! Make sure our warp engines are online and ready at a moment's notice! I want a status report on the fleet! (looks at Fydo): Our mission will succeed now that we have YOU with us, Lt Fydo! FYDO (nervous): Me? Why am I so important? JA-PHRER (smiles): You are so modest! Remember, you took one of our shuttlecraft and destroyed four Inzoman battle cruisers with it! Your brilliance and skills will be needed for this operation, great Fydo! Take a seat at the weapons console! (shouts): Ben-pal, let Lt Fydo have your duty station! BEN-PAL (salutes): Yes sir! It is an honor to yield my place to the great hero! Fydo sits at the weapons console, it looks different from any he has ever seen before. WHITEY (points): Admiral, a Q-BO is approaching. It is in scanning range. JA-PHRER (smiles): On screen! SOPHIA (shocked): Moma mia! Thata thing looksa bigger thana the one we stopped last time! WHITEY (looks at monitor): Same dense hull, it cannot be scanned. SOPHIA (smiles): How abouta a concentrated beta wave scan? WHITEY (nods): Your idea has merit, Ensign. If it works, it will penetrate Q-BO's force fields and allow us to scan the hull! We have nothing to lose in attempting it. JA-PHRER (smiles): I concur! We can use our laser turrents as a carrier for the concentrated beta waves! Fydo, set the turrents and beta levels. FYDO (to himself): Turrents? Set beta wave levels? I don't know how to do that! What'll I do? BEN-PAL (smiles): Oh mighty Fydo, allow me to aim the turrents at the machine. (points) That will leave you to set the wave level one that panel there! FYDO (smiles): Ok, sure! (to himself): Here goes nothing.... Fydo pushes several buttons and turns a few dials, suddenly several loud alarms go off. JA-PHRER (surprised): What's going on? BEN-PAL (looks at monitor): Admiral, there is a high level of ultra violent energy building up in the laser turrents! JA-PHRER (shocked): How did this happen? BEN-PAL (surprised): Lt Fydo triggered a chain reaction within them! FYDO (scared): Don't worry, I'll shut it down! Fydo pushes another set of buttons, instead of shutting the reaction down, it sends bright yellow beams of light towards the Q-BO device. To everyone's complete surprise, the Q-BO device suddenly explodes when the beams of yellow light strike it. JA-PHRER (stunned): By the mountains of Graum! Power up force fields! Brace for shockwave impact! The Trafogger shakes violently as the shockwave from the explosion strikes it, Fydo is thrown from his chair and lands on the floor, where he's knocked out cold. Whitey and Sophia rush over to his duty station when the shockwave passes. JA-PHRER (shouting): WE DID IT!!! WE DID IT!!! (concerned): How did we do it? WHITEY (looks at monitor): It appears we have found the Q-BO's weakness, concentrated ultra violent waves! The discharge from our laser turrents passed through Q-BO's force fields and caused an instant implosive reaction to the device's outer hull. SOPHIA (shakes head): Otsamatta! How coulda something so-a simple .... WHITEY (sternly): No time for analysis, Sophia, we need to contact the other ships and tell them our discovery! JA-PHRER (excited): YES!! YES!!! (hugs Fydo): Lt Fydo! You are a genius! I just KNEW you'd be valuable to us on this mission! (shouting): Three cheers for Fydo!!! As the Willian crew cheered him on, Fydo is being hugged so tightly he can barely breathe let alone speak. Whitey and Sophia even join in on the cheering. The scene switches back to the bridge of the Canius Minor. Persia is in the captain's chair, Boomer and Saundra are at the helm controls, Grunt is at the weapons station. Alexander is at the science station, Cactus Jake, Molly and Claudia are seated behind consoles also. PERSIA (stands up): Q-BO is in position, stand by to open the wormhole... BRUNO (interrupts): Captain, an urgent message from Commander Whitey! He says the Q-BO can be destroyed with beams of concentrated ultra violet waves! MOLLY (shakes head): Has he gone MAD? Dat's just like shining a flashlight at a oncoming car and ... PERSIA (sternly): Do it! Old man, set our deflector dish and send out the beam! ALEXANDER (nods): Aye aye, Captain! The Canius Minor fires the beam of ultra-violet light at the Q-BO, to everyone's amazement, it causes an instant explosion. PERSIA (shouting): Boomer! Warp speed now! Everyone hang on! The Canius Minor barely escapes the shockwave from Q-BO. CACTUS JAKE (excited): WOW! Look at that thing! We blew the crap out of it! BRUNO (shouting): Captain, we have just received messages from the Mishdo and the Slambosto! They got the same message from Commander Whitey that we did! Each used concentrated ultra violet beams to destroy the oncoming Q-BO machines! PERSIA (happy): That's great! Whitey is an absolute genius! I'll see he gets a citation for .... BRUNO (interrupting): Captain, begging your pardon, it was Fydo who discovered the Q-BO's weakness! PERSIA (shocked): Fydo? CLAUDIA (excited): Fydo! MY Fydo? MOLLY (stunned): Fydo? Dat dork? CLAUDIA (defensive): Stop calling boyfriend a dork! (timidly).. er....ma'am... MOLLY (growls): HOW DARE YOU .... PERSIA (sternly): I have to agree with Claudia on this one, Molly, that remark was uncalled for! MOLLY (sadly): Yes Captain, I ... apologize ...Cadet Claudia... CACTUS JAKE (surprised): Fydo? No offense y'all, but he's not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed! SAUNDRA (smiles): He just seems to be at the right place at the right time! BRUNO (turns to Persia): Captain, I've received word from Admiral Ja-phrer, his fleet will be rondevousing with us shortly. PERSIA (smiles): Excellent! Meanwhile, many light years away from the front aboard his Inzoman flagship is General Coldhart. He sits smiling in his chair until he is handed a report from one of his officers. COLDHART (screaming): WHAT???? ALL FOUR Q-BO UNITS HAVE BEEN DESTROYED????? (stands up, throws clipboard against the wall) This is not possible! Those goofy space dogs couldn't have got them all! (sits back down): Those were our last Q-BO units too. That does it! It's time to deal with Persia and her earth mutts myself! Assemble the rest of our fleet, our next attack will be against the Canius Minor! Menwhile, the scene shifts to Earth, at Road Rover Mission Control where the Master has assembled a group of Road Rovers, including Hunter, Colleen, Marauder, Blitz, Exile, Cobber, DJ, Warrior, Otto, Samantha, Molly and Misty Maddog. Princess and the Gila Monster walk in with Professor Hubert and Starlight (in her horse-sapien form). MASTER (sternly): Road Rovers, we are facing a crisis. The Canius Minor has not returned to Earth as I had ordered them to. Along I relieved Captain Persia of command, I'm not certain who is in charge on board now. I believe that the Space Rovers have gotten involved in the Jurrassian Alliance's war with the Imzomans, something that I strictly forbade them to do! Persia and her renegade crew must be found and brought back to Earth before they are killed in space! How do we do this? HUNTER: Well Master, we still have the old Space Rover ship. COBBER (giggles): The one shaped like a bloomin' mutt with a frizbee in it's mouth? HUNTER (smiles): That's the one! We can use that to find them! MASTER (shakes head): But the Canius Minor is millions of light years away, we'd need to assemble an artificial wormhole generator and have it on board to make the 'jump' into Jurrassian Alliance space. HUBERT (nods): It can be done, Master! I have all of my daughter's research and blueprint designs in my lab computer! In fact I was working on a prototype just in case we needed it for ... MASTER (smiles): Wonderful! DJ and Molly, you two will install the device aboard the ship. We'll need all of you here to become part of her crew. Hunter, Colleen, Shag, Blitz, Exile and Princess all have space experience, the rest of you will have to learn as you go. There's no time to lose! Hunter, you will be Captain, Colleen, Exile, you have helm experience. Otto will be your science officer, Starlight will be chief of security and handle the weapons console. DJ and Molly, you'll be in engineering and Marauder, we'll need your services in sick bay. The rest of you will receive your duty assignments later. We must hurry! I want Persia and her band of space mercenaries stopped, at all costs! ----------------------------------------------------------------------- to be continued.....