Screaming reverberated throughout the palace so loud that all of the green skinned lizardmen and goatmen in red uniforms placed their hands and cloven hooves over their ears. It hadn't been like this near two hundred years ago when the older of the offspring of their master was born, they wondered what it was that was making their mistress's labor so difficult this time. Servant Kelso remembered right well the events of the first birth well even though it had been a relatively long time since it had happened. His master's mistress had needed no care, no doctoring, no nothing. She had simply slipped a daughter into existence while her husband had been away battling, and that same day conquering, one of the planets of their galaxy. The young daughter was running around in the palace, going from one servant to the next, asking when her sibling would be here. For someone who was two hundred years old she was very young, just barely three feet tall.

"Is it here is it here?" the young child screeched loudly.

Before Servant Kelso could answer the child who was now pulling at his red uniform another scream, louder than the others, rang through the walls of the palace. It was so loud it had an echo. Servants rushed from each room, all asking if the infant was here. Before anyone got their answer a Scottish Terrier looking beast ran from around the corner, he was throwing his arms all over and was near out of breath when he reached the throng clustered around a door that went to the kitchen area of the palace.

"Out of the way out of the way!" the beast shouted. "Our mistress needs a doctor and now!"

Near three hours later the halls of the palace were calm, there was no more screaming, just a lot of confusion. A doctor had been called, much to the master's extreme disdain, and an infant was born was all the servants knew. They knew nothing of the condition of their mistress or of the infant, even the two hundred year old child who was banging her legs up against the table she was sitting at didn't know anything. With a great sigh, Servant Kelso moved over to the door intending to exit the room when the door swung open. Standing in the doorway was his master; the galactic warlord and warlock, Master Vile.

"Reeeeeeetah!" his master bellowed.

"Yes my awful daddy." the child said, she jumped from her chair to the floor quickly.

"Go to the infants chamber," her father said, he stepped over to the side of the doorway. "your brother awaits you."

As soon as the young child left the room, racing with such strides that belied her age, her father slumped in the chair that she had occupied. At first Servant Kelso wanted to congratulate him on his new son but the atmosphere in the room had changed dramatically, he didn't like it. Master Vile and her wife had met while he was still in Sorcery school, they had been sweethearts for twenty years before marrying, their first child had been born a mere fifty years after their marriage and they had been told soon afterwards that a second might be next to impossible for her to conceive.

"It's a son..." Master Vile sighed, Servant Kelso detected a hidden sob from his master and took one step closer before stopping. "I had wanted a son."

"How is Mistress Sordida?" Servant Kelso asked.

"The doctor did as much as he could..." his master said, he sounded off, like he was not in the room. "all that he could. In the end he had no choice but to cut her."

Servant Kelso was taken aback. Had no choice but to cut her meant one thing; that the doctor had to cut the infant out of Mistress Sordida, Master Vile's wife. Such measures were done only when an infant is not in position or an infection has set in or the infant is too big to pass through for a normal birth. He had heard stories of horror that when such a procedure was done the mother was surely close to death afterwards.

"He was positioned wrong," his master was saying. "was sideways, couldn't pass through. The doctor cut him out. Then..."

"My master..." Servant Kelso started, he took a few steps forward but stopped.

"My mistress named him before her last breath." Master Vile finished. "Rito, after his sister. Rito Revolto."

The memory was one of extreme fragileness for Rita Repulsa, although it had been a happy day for her in welcoming her baby brother, Rito, to the family she had also lost her mother. She had been rather close to her mother, they had done quite a bit in the two hundred years that she had known her. Scordida had stood up for her when she had done something wrong in the eyes of her father and had dried her tears when she had cried out of hurt from her father's painful words to her. Her real mother she missed quite a bit, she could of cared less for her stepmother though.

Mistress Ursulaline had been a royal pain the behind for both her and her brother, their father had adored her from the start, had spoken of such great things about her but as soon as his back was turned or he would leave the room Ursulaline would throw the insults and would cut both of them down horribly. When she had left for the academy she had been glad. Glad to leave the house from which she had lived for near a thousand years with a stepmother she hated. Her father had left her stepmother after he had discovered that she had mothered a son, and later a daughter, from one of his enemies about five hundred years ago. She had been so happy she could have danced, but she had kept herself from doing.

"My Evil Queen..." Finster ran in in excitement.

"What is it Finster?" Rita asked out of false annoyment.

"Your father, Master Vile, has just sent in a letter saying to be ready to receive him."

They had been told to be on the lookout for her father for a while now, she had no idea why he was coming over to their moon palace, and truthfully she didn't care. Her husband did not want him staying with them but at the moment there were no other living accommodations for him so he had to stay in their palace. Her husband hated the fact that they had to accommodate for her idiotic brother, Rito, now he would have to contend with her father.

"We're ready." Rita said. "Well... at least some of us are."