Far up in the Mobian sky a fleet of unknown alien vassals waited for the command to storm the beaches (figuratively speaking) of the unsuspecting populace below. They don't necessarily look like alien vassals; however, make no mistake that they are definitely alien to the Mobian land below. These ships are not green, or white, or smooth, or plates. They look not entirely unlike how we envision generic futuristic Terran technology; metal, grey, and all-round industrial. This is most desired, since the aliens are in fact (alien) Terran. The fleet sports the usual array of belief suspending craft one would expect. Troop transports, support fighters, a carrier, and naturally a ship which looks like its sole purpose is to blow planets up. They all match like individuality-starved school children, with a creative black uniform.

The lone carrier previously mentioned is the decision making capital of this entire operation. The bridge of this carrier resided in total silence, awaiting the commander's instructions.

"Captain," started an impatient pilot. "Are we ready?"

The commander's gaze descended upon the crew member. "I am awaiting an intelligences report on the planet. Is that okay with you? After all, we wouldn't want any nasty surprises." The bridge door suddenly opened behind the commander, he turned and observed a newly enlisted messenger boy. "What do you have to report, son?"

"I been informed that we shouldn't go ahead right now. There seems to be something that we might not be able to handle."

"Really and what would that be?"

"Sir, you see there is a blue hedgehog that might cause a little problem." The messenger tried avoided the gaze of the unpleased commander. "Just a little problem. Other than that every thing is fine, just, just dandy."

"A blue hedgehog?"

"Well, I've been told that it's about a metre and..."

"So you think I'm about to call off an attack just because of a metre tall hedgehog?"

"It's not very big but it's fast you see. Really, really fast."

The caption turned to face the planet. He looked out over the fleet of ships waiting to be told to attack. "How fast?" He responded.

"I'm not sure Sir. I've been told that this hedgehog has been clocked at going at the speed of sound."

"That's fast. Tell me, does Intel have any plan to solve this problem? Do we have anything that can take it on?"

"The short answer Sir is no."

"Great, just great."

"There is a thing called a FightBot which could be of use. They are in the service of our now neutral friends, the Erstmapians."

"Get it."

"But how?"

"I don't care, just tell Intel I want one."

The messenger nodded and quickly left the cockpit. One of the pilots got up and walked over to get a drink. "Sir, what are we doing here anyway."

"I suppose I could tell you about the cultural and historic significances of this planet, how this planet is rich in resources and could possibly mean a better collective position in the universe as well as various classified reasons but I really couldn't be bothered. We're also on the hunt for one Kintobor who went missing awhile ago. His last known location was this planet. We feel his had something to do with the technological advances on this planet, after all, the computers here are much like our own." The captain paused. "This is going to be too easy."

"We got it Sir." The familiar messenger's voice announced through the intercom system. "I can't believe they are sending us one. It will be here in two days with the food transporter."

"Good. Pilots, until then make sure you don't move the ship. I want it to be in the same place I left it. Any one up for a game of cards?"

Two days later – give or take a few hours - a transporter arrived at the fleet and dropped of it's valuable cargo.

"Greetings." The caption said with open arms when the FightBot entered the lunch room. "You must be the FightBot we send for. Where do I sign?"

"Very funny commader," the FightBot replied. "Why did you send for me?"

"We have a little problem we need to be fixed. You will be told about him later."

"Him? Fine, but what do you intend to do here?"

"I have been told by Kaal himself to make this planet our own."

"Kaal?"

"Kaal, our suprime leader. Don't they teach you anything?" The captain walked over to the counter and asked for a hot dog. "Do you eat?"

"Course I eat."

"So, your just a guy in a combat suit?"

"Pretty much."

"Do you want any thing?"

"No thanks."

The captain picked up the hot dog that was given to him by the counter attendant. The captain looked down at the leg of the FightBot. "What's that?" The captain asked pointing to a weapon attached to the FightBot's leg.

"It's my laser sidearm."

"You guys have lasers?"

"Yeah, but they're still in testing. Us FightBots were given them to try 'em out. I only use it as a light... and to warn my hands."

"Captain, please report to the cockpit. We are ready to attack." The loud speaker boomed.

The captain and the FightBot walked to the cockpit. Immediately as they arrived the caption yelled out. "Remember every one. Turn the disrupter on once we hit the ground to disable those SWAT bots. All ground troops get in your suits, we don't want them to see our true form. Ready ATTACK!"