Prolouge:
"Ha! And down with you scoundrel!" The gun flashed and the apple burst apart. "Wow! He's a good shot." The audience chorused and watched as the owner of the rifle came to claim his prize. "First place in shooting contest, Cyrara!" The announcer said. "Thank you for watching my skills!" Cyrara said then he bowed walked away. A keronian broke away from the crowd to join him.
"Great job Cyrara. Another first place!" the keronian said running to catch up to him. "Yes Le bretete, another first, yet not the first." Cyrara said and strode on. "What will you do now?" Bretete asked. "I think I'm getting a bit tired of all these keronians who think they have the aiming skills," Cyrara replied, "Le bretete, do you know if these, pekopons, are great in fighting skill?"
"Oh, I'm not sure… wait, you're not thinking of leaving keron," Bretete gasped, "the army will miss you!" "I'll take a short leave then." Cyrara murmured more to himself than to Bretete, "and when I get to pekopon, I'll look for a contest, or a challenge! See how these pekopon really are… I'll see you sometime later Le bretete." He strode off leaving Bretete standing in the corner. "Oh hey hey!" Bretete called after Cyrara and ran after him. Cyrara waited at the corner. "C-can I come to pekopon also?" Bretete panted. "Sure." Cyrara grinned and walked on. This time Bretete didn't follow.
A few days later, a ship headed from Keron to Pekopon. The ships orders were to explore the planet for a few months then return with a report on the current invasion progress.