Prologe

The sounds of battle filled the greenish skies of Kryptonitia. The Rebels and the Imperials were both fighting with all their might, destroying the lush wilderness of the planet. Small, green, gecko-like species hid in the bushes. These creatures, called Kryptos, hated war. They saw it as nothing but a life killer. It was a good thing that they were not taken over by the Empire, but it looks like that just might happen.

"Enough," one yelled. For their size, they were extremely loud.

Both sides paused and stared at the fascinating creatures.

"Imperials," Another said, "If you keep setting off bombs here, you'll destroy all of the natural here. Then what would be the point of taking over us?"

"On this planet," Another continued, "when someone has an argument, we have something called a rock off. Each side makes a band of five members that have to come together and play a song. The band must include one singer, one guitarist, one bass guitarist, one keyboardist, and one drummer. We decide who the winner is."

"You have got to be kidding me!" Tarkus complained.

"Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" The Kryptos screamed at once, causing both sides to cover their ears.

"You have until tomorrow morning," They said, shrinking back into the bushes.

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