Junior sat in the front row of the enormous crowd gathered in the events hall of the Galactic League Headquarters. On the stage in front of him were ambassadors from every planet in the galaxy. The chairman of the Galactic council stepped towards a tall man dressed entirely in black from the tips of his fingers encased in black gloves and metal gauntlets to his black booted feet. Juniors father. The new Head of the Galactic League of Extraterrestrial Exploration. Doctor Space-Claw's face was impassive. Not happy, not proud, not even nervous. The old Head was loved by everyone in the galaxy. He had died in mysterious circumstances that Junior knew had something to do with his father, despite the fact he had been denying it for months during the inquest. The medal was pinned to his father shoulder and Junior assembled his face into an expression he hoped looked like pride. He knew this ceremony was being broadcast on every planet from here to Mars, he had to at least appear pleased that he was now the son of the Head of the G.L.E.E.
He wasn't pleased. Not in the slightest. The man may be his father but Junior didn't trust him further than he could throw him, and Junior couldn't throw. He was afraid. His father getting angry at home, where only Junior bore the brunt of it was one thing. But his father angry with an entire army under his control didn't bear thinking about. But this was war. The robots were gaining strength and most of the galaxy agreed, it was time to fight fire with fire.
That's why they needed Doctor Space-Claw.
