Chapter 1

"I am very disappointed with you, Zoltar."

"What?" This was not what the Spectran Leader had been expecting to hear.

"You have not fulfilled your promise to me."

"Which promise, oh Luminous One?" Zoltar bowed respectfully.

"You promised to destroy G-Force." the Great Spirit reminded him. "And yet, you have so far failed to do so."

"I need more time, Great Spirit." Zoltar explained. "This is a most difficult task."

"Your insignificant excuses no longer hold any sway with me." the Great Spirit informed him. "Your enemy is closing in."

"Where?" Zoltar asked frantically, looking around the Luminous One's audience chamber.

"Not literally, Zoltar." the Great Spirit sighed. "But they are challenging us at every turn. If you are unable to defeat them, then I will take matters into my own hands."

"I thought you didn't have hands." Zoltar chuckled.

"This is no time for joking!" the Great Spirit snapped. "Your sister, Mala, is now in charge of eliminating G-Force."

"Mala?" screeched Zoltar. "What makes you think that she is capable of this task?"

"She has never failed me, as you have." the Luminous One pointed out smugly.

Zoltar shook his head disgustedly.

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"I am very disappointed with you, Mark."

"What?" This was not what the G-Force Commander had been expecting to hear.

"You haven't kept your promise to me."

"Which promise was that, Jason?" Mark sighed, slamming his locker door.

"You promised me that you would ask Princess to the prom," Jason reminded him, "and yet, so far, you haven't even asked her to lunch in the cafeteria!"

"I need more time, Jason." Mark explained. "This isn't easy, you know."

"Your pathetic excuses don't hold water with me any more." Jason retorted. "Besides, which, your enemy is closing in."

"Zoltar? Here? Where?" Mark hissed frantically, looking down the corridors of Federation High.

"Not literally, Bird Brain." Jason sighed. "Over there."

G-Force's second officer physically turned his Commander's head to look at their third. Princess stood leaning against the wall, next to her locker, smiling up at a tall, good-looking male, who was speaking with her.

"Brad Peterson." Jason explained. "He's blocking you at every turn. If you don't ask Princess to the prom, I guarantee he will."

"Yeah." added Tiny, who had so far only borne silent witness to the conversation. He had been too preoccupied with digging through the nearly empty bag of potato chips in his hands, to find any leftover pieces.

"I think Princess is waiting for you to ask her, but she won't wait forever." the G-Force pilot added, casually wiping his greasy hand against his number 5 shirt and tossing the empty bag into a nearby trashcan. "If you can't ask her, we're going to have to take matters into our own hands."

"I thought that was a Spaceburger in your hands." Mark commented dryly. Tiny blushed as he shoved a paper-wrapped bundle back into his backpack.

"This is no time for joking!" Jason snapped. "I'm going to ask Princess for you!"

"You?" cried Mark, "What makes you think that you can do this?"

"I've never failed at asking a girl out, before." Jason smirked.

Mark shook his head, disgustedly.