It was a nice and dandy day in Wars World, where the people clamored for peace but are somehow; well the name of their planet should be an indicator enough of what kind of planet and what kind of people residing in it really are.
Meanwhile, two aliens in their spacecar have entered the atmosphere of this crapsaccharine world that is Wars World, and found Orange Star HQ in Macro Land
"Sir, an unidentified vehicle is coming our way sir."
A bright flash of light later, various CO's throughout Wars World found themselves in a nice, futuristic lounge with a fireplace, impeccably white sofas and walls, a bunch of abstract paintings, and a panoramic view of outer space.
"OUTER SPACE!" the CO's blurted with horror, or mystery, or curiosity, or just-to-say-that-for fun-ity.
Then, two aliens walked into their lounge.
"Sturm!" The Allied CO's said collectively.
"You!" The Macro Land Black Hole CO's said collectively, except for Hawke.
"How?" The Omega Land Black Hole CO's said collectively.
Hawke retained his composure.
One of the aliens, the one that looks like Sturm but wearing a male's smart casual attire, then extended his appendage to 'shake hands'. All CO's stepped back and readied themselves for a fight, except for Andy who thought the alien was handing out candy. So Andy 'shook hands' with the weird alien, and felt a weird, tingling sensation. "Whoa!"
The humanoid aliens then held appendages. "We're sorry Andy for that shock. We needed to know how you Wars Worldians communicate, so we tapped your neurons. And oh, how impolite of us. I'm Abrgnjgftgebthynujymh, and this is my wife Bbefulfhdilthbjedgshjfasm. You must have met our son Sturm back in Wars World, right?"
Hawke felt extremely tense, and prepared his Black Storm.
The Allied CO's then expressed their condolence for Sturm's death.
"Aww, Sturmy. Don't worry about him, he's okay. He's with us now, and is upstairs in his room. We cloned him when he died; no biggie. In fact, we should be the ones offering condolences due to what Sturm did to your planet. He was just supposed to fetch a song for our Beat Hazard device, but it seems he got…carried away in your wars."
"A song?" Sami inquired.
"Yes. You see, outer space is not exactly a kind place to be. There are space rocks, space drones, bigger space drones, and stuff. They call themselves..the Yor Collective, and they are trying to evacuate us from our beloved home planet to make a way for an interstellar hyperspace expressway."
"But you still did not explain why a song."
"Ah, yes. The Beat Hazard device is our only defense against the Yor. It uses music to power up its laser beams. Odd thing though, we made this device except we don't comprehend sound as well as you do. Sturmy already had a song, but doesn't want to use it. He seems too depressed after what happened to him back in your place. But don't worry, it's just tantrums."
After a long discussion concerning the ethics of kidnapping, the ethics of killing one's son, the ethics of home preservation and appeal for assistance, and a schematic diagram for the Beat Hazard device (as requested by Lash), the Wars Worldians agreed to help the Sturms.