Prologue
A scruffy-looking trainer was riding for his life on a bicycle. He was being cycled after by a thin man with an extremely strange (and pointy), haircut.
"We can't outrun them for long at this rate, I hope you realize," said the thin man. "We have to lose them soon." The man looked nervously over his shoulder. He pedaled faster. "We're outside of the Galactic contact grid... so..." he stopped talking abruptly, spying something over his shoulder. "They've seen us! Hurry up!"
The trainer scowled. "Then pedal faster! I'm going as fast as I can g-," he stopped speaking instantly upon seeing the ledge in front of him. He screamed, and the thin man behind him screamed, too. Like a little girl. The trainer's bike zoomed off the ledge and crashed into the water, as did the thin man's.
"You know," began the trainer, floating in the water, "I think they lost us, Saturn."
The thin man scowled.
