Well, about 10 months since the last story started, (about 5 since it was finished,) there is the promised sequel to Rivalry and Such. Like it or travel to cyberspace and spew you ugly acids towards it. That would hurt.

The two suns on Xanction were setting slowly. The prison planet's orbit was constantly fluctuating, due to the dual stars and massive construction and destruction always taking place.

That caused all kinds of changing daytime hours. Sometimes, there was no night. Xanction was really a small planet, easily prone to weight change, but the Tallest insisted that it be a penitentiary anyway.

Griplap was standing outside the main construct, where the General Population resided. The construct was a tall, (twenty stories, at least,) sleekly designed, and, like most Irken buildings, was a pale purple color. Graplip was on a balcony on the sixth floor.

In the distance, the Irken guard could see one of the old buildings collapsing, a result of the demolition crew going to work. Griplap was about to start the graveyard shift as head guard in General Population, but was taking a good look at the twin stars. It wasn't often that he was able to see them at this angle, so he wanted to enjoy it.

"kshhhhh- HEAD GUARD GRAPLIP, DO PLEASE REPORT SOON VERY MUCH TO G.P.H.Q. –kshhhhh- HEY, THAT'S A FUN ACRONYM! –kshhhhh-"

Griplap sighed.

"G.P.H.Q., G.P.H.Q., G.P.H.Q., G.P.H.Q., G.P.H.Q., G.P.H.-"

Griplap pulled a blaster from his sholder holster, took aim, and destroyed the speaker system with three quick shots. All this happened in about two seconds. He reholstered his weapon. He knew that Mad wouldn't like him destroying part of her system, but Griplap was just too tired to care right now.

The Irken was tall, (nowhere near as tall as the Tallest, mind you,) with a slight muscular build, making him an excellent fighter. Griplap favored a special custom violet armor, designed by Mad, that had all the best features: Anti-grav rocket boots for extra high jumps and speed, hidden blasters on the shoulders, forearms, hips and chest, and laser/shock/pain-absorbing shocks to keep him protected and lucid.

The only part not protected was his antennae-less head, complete with a fashionable scar just underneath his dark green eyes.

Graplip was about to enter the building to start his shift when a third star appeared in the sky. If one knows anything about physics, one knows that this doesn't make sense. Griplap was amazed, until he realized that most stars weren't pitch black.

"Mad." Griplap activated his tansmitter and was trying to reach his partner.

"What's the deal?! I send out a call and you blast my speaker!?" Mad was very, well, mad.

"Bigger problems." Griplap said. Mad waited a few moments before responding.

"Holy... Grip, that things a black hole!"

"Impossible, we can see it."

The black star had grown. Griplap could see that it had a swirling motion inside. And there were things inside as well.

"Well, I don't know what to tell you! My scanners show that it's got all the properties of a standard black hole!"

"Can properties work backwards?"

"WHAT? Now that's impossible!"

"Well, somethings coming out."

"Of the black hole?!"

"No, the snack bar! Of course the black hole!!"

Indeed, something was coming out. A mass of broken gray rocks were pouring out like a spilled cup of water. Then, in the middle of all the falling stones, was a humanoid figure. Griplap could see that if the figure was still near the rocks when it hit the ground, it would be crushed.

"Be back soon." Graplip said to Mad. He shut off his transmitter before she could respond and jumped towards the falling rocks.

On a gray mountainous planet, there was a cracked and torn chunk of land. It seemed as if a massive earthquake had just occured, which, technically, it did. In fact, the whole planet's landscape was boring and craggy. No one would suspect that an alien battle had just taken place, nor that its mastermind was hiding in the rubble.

Bri shoved a giant rock off of himself and stood up. Looking around, the blonde kid saw that he was alone. Just like he knew he'd be.

Bri dusted off his clothes, inspected his glasses for a crack he knew would be there, and began to hike off the ruins of the plateau.

Soon, he came to an edge of a valley. There was no way around it and no way across. Without looking, Bri could tell it was too deep to climb down.

He stood there for a moment, then began to move rocks around. Soon, after an hour of searching, he found what he was looking for.

It was a stubby, gray little metal chunk. There were a few colored wires sticking out of one end and scorch marks on the inside of the other open end. With a few wire-re-attachments on Bri's part, the open half began to rumble. Bri quickly put the chunk behind him and waited a few seconds. Suddenly, a blue flame burst forth from the open end and propelled Bri into the air. He shot rapidly across the deep valley and landed on the other side, safe and sound.

Bri stood still for a moment, then began to move rocks as he did on the other side. Soon, he uncovered more metal chunks. A thin stick with a small blue ball on the end, and a wide cylinder with one end dark gray. Wires stuck out of both of them on one end.

Bri looked out into the horizon and sighed. It would certainly take a while to rebuild Gir.

Griplap raced across the rocky black ground toward the falling rocks and the figure. Mad was trying to reach him, but he totally ignored her and focused on his upcoming task: How was going to do this? Jump up and catch the figure? No, that could kill them both. Smash the rocks? That might kill the figure anyway. Damn, how-

"Oh, just be a show-off and jump off the rocks!" Mad said on the transmitter.

"What?"

"Jump up and off the rocks in the air and grab the guy!"

"No, I mean, how can I hear you? I turned my transmitter off."

"Oh. I hacked your armor."

"Fantastic."

With that, Griplap leapt into the air towards the lowest of the rocks. With lightning fast speed, he bounced off the rock and grabbed onto the next one.

"Wow. It worked." he said, mildly surprised.

"Of course it worked, I thought of it!" Mad snapped. Griplap was able to hop from rock to rock, slowly getting closer to the figure. A few more jumps and he'd be there. Then he looked down.

The ground was far too close for comfort. It was shooting up at him with terrifying speed. Griplap decided that it was time to go. With one mighty leap (aided by foot-rockets,) he closed the gap between him and the figure. Then, with another rocket blast, he cleared out of the falling rocks just as they hit the ground. Griplap tucked into a roll and finally rerached safety.

Mad once again used the transmitter. "What is it?"

"Don't know." Griplap replied, standing up. "Some kinda male, pink, soft-"

He stopped talking when he noticed what the thing had. The black hoodie, greasy brown hair and dark blue jeans were of no consequence, but the gloves...

"They're Irken." Griplap was surprised and angry.

"What are?"

"His power gauntlets. Irken tech."

"What?! How?!"

"Can't tell. He's unconscious." Griplap started walking back to the prison with the thing on his shoulder.

"What do we do with him?" Mad sounded confused.

"Put him in Solitary."

"But that's where-!"

"I know." Griplap hopped up to the balcony he was on before.

"Well... WHY?!"

"Because if he's in the Infirmary when he wakes up, he might attack us, and if we put him in General Population, they'll kill him before he wakes up."

Mad waited a moment. "Yikes."

"I know."

Griplap began to travel to the upper floor of the prison, to the most potent convict on the planet.

'Tis a long first chapter. Please review to let me know it she ain't funny 'nuff. Peace, y'all. Tee hee!