Issue One, Act Two
Gatherings
Scene Two
Send in the Clowns
Serpentara's metal screeched against the fabrics of outer space, it's mauling claws, golden in color, swimming freely. It was a familiar sound, that deadly foreshadowing screech deriving from the limbs of the mark II vessel to those who had survived its wrath in 3017.
Its black lips overlapped pieces of the jungle-green teeth which carried a blinding shine. The snout alone was the length of a Megaship, expelling spouts of hissing steam with every stroke through the darkness. Though the Zord was of a technological Dragon-python, its eyes were like that of a wolf; starring deep into one's soul and exposing the darkness burrowed within.
There was a life form standing nearby the crimson blood-eyes, within an invisible energy shield; keeping the man stabilized from the vacuums of space. He stood seven-feet tall, garbed in gold armory from head to toe with red trimmings on the torso, his face being the only exposed part, but even his chin had gold plating, as well as the sides of his face which connected to the horned crown that covered his forehead. The exposed parts of skin were chiseled navy blue face with features matching that of an orangutan, and his snout being two or three inches away from the face. His eyes were as bloody as Serpentara.
He stood with his arms crossed over his sculptured upper chest, the remnants of his black and gold wings tucked in behind him; as if sprung back and ready. Standing on a balcony two stories below Serpentara's eyes, just standing there, Goldar waited with unnerving patience. Before he spoke, the gravel in his voice gathered itself before actual words spewed.
"Name?" inquired Goldar, keeping his arms sternly crossed.
"Oh, tell me you're joking. Or at least a buffoon. The right Teriyaki Sauce makes buffoons quite the treat. General Zurgane, make a note in my journal."
Zurgane, equally armored with black and red markings resembling the Renaissance emerged from Lothor's shadow, flipping open a diary marked "Diary of Master Plans," using a purple and red-feathered pen.
"Done, sir," proudly remarked the warrior.
"Ah. Now then, be a good monkey and step aside."
"Zurgane?" inquired Goldar.
"Uh, yes?"
Goldar examined a scroll of names hidden from Lothor's curious eyes. Anxious moments passed.
"...proceed," spoke Goldar, his monotone gravely voice dragging with fatigue.
"I'm in!" shouted the general, his hands raised above his head as he sprinted for the entrance, all the time wailing with excitement.
"Ingrate, makes one wonder what's between those ears," replied Lothor, his voice noticeably agitated. "I'm never appreciated around here. Monkey- out of my way."
"Name?" spoke Goldar. Lothor closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh, then placing his gloved hand on Goldar's right shoulder armor. The large bouncer growled in disgust.
"You know, I didn't want it to come to this. But now I see I have no choice" His voice began accentuating every other syllable. "Prepare yourself, monkey. Prepare to find out just why I'm among Earth's greatest ninja master! Prepare-"
Snapping into position, Lothor locked his right shoulder against Goldar's waist, pushing with all the effort he had, bracing his feet, which both slid back too far before being readjusted. Lothor's hands repositioned against his foe's torso, again pushing with valiant effort and again coming up short. Goldar had not budged an inch and let out another annoyed growl.
"Lothor!" shouted an optimistic voice from the entranceway, which didn't cease the ninja master's efforts to move Goldar.
"Kinda busy here," said Lothor, his teeth grinding against each other, his large black lips straining past the gums.
But then Lothor instinctively looked up, seeing the face of a man he'd only heard tales of. Almost immediately, Lothor rose up, patting Goldar's armor with nervous chuckling.
"Yes, it all seems intact. Zeddy! It's so nice to finally meet your acquaintance."
"Goldar," spoke Emperor Zedd, "...allow the manic to pass."
Lothor turned to Goldar, smiling as if he'd just conquered five Earths. Goldar bottled his anger well, stepping aside as he eyeballed the passer.
"Come Lothor, everything's about to begin." Zedd kept to the door propped open with the metal railings covering his foot.
"I'd be delighted," spoke Lothor, giving Zedd a huge pat on the back. However, Zedd's outer body was that of pure flesh and muscle with no skin, so spurts of organic juices volcanoed from Zedd's back and dropped all over Lothor.
"Bleh! Let's...keep hugging off the to-do list, shall we?"
Gatherings
Scene Two
Send in the Clowns
Serpentara's metal screeched against the fabrics of outer space, it's mauling claws, golden in color, swimming freely. It was a familiar sound, that deadly foreshadowing screech deriving from the limbs of the mark II vessel to those who had survived its wrath in 3017.
Its black lips overlapped pieces of the jungle-green teeth which carried a blinding shine. The snout alone was the length of a Megaship, expelling spouts of hissing steam with every stroke through the darkness. Though the Zord was of a technological Dragon-python, its eyes were like that of a wolf; starring deep into one's soul and exposing the darkness burrowed within.
There was a life form standing nearby the crimson blood-eyes, within an invisible energy shield; keeping the man stabilized from the vacuums of space. He stood seven-feet tall, garbed in gold armory from head to toe with red trimmings on the torso, his face being the only exposed part, but even his chin had gold plating, as well as the sides of his face which connected to the horned crown that covered his forehead. The exposed parts of skin were chiseled navy blue face with features matching that of an orangutan, and his snout being two or three inches away from the face. His eyes were as bloody as Serpentara.
He stood with his arms crossed over his sculptured upper chest, the remnants of his black and gold wings tucked in behind him; as if sprung back and ready. Standing on a balcony two stories below Serpentara's eyes, just standing there, Goldar waited with unnerving patience. Before he spoke, the gravel in his voice gathered itself before actual words spewed.
"Name?" inquired Goldar, keeping his arms sternly crossed.
"Oh, tell me you're joking. Or at least a buffoon. The right Teriyaki Sauce makes buffoons quite the treat. General Zurgane, make a note in my journal."
Zurgane, equally armored with black and red markings resembling the Renaissance emerged from Lothor's shadow, flipping open a diary marked "Diary of Master Plans," using a purple and red-feathered pen.
"Done, sir," proudly remarked the warrior.
"Ah. Now then, be a good monkey and step aside."
"Zurgane?" inquired Goldar.
"Uh, yes?"
Goldar examined a scroll of names hidden from Lothor's curious eyes. Anxious moments passed.
"...proceed," spoke Goldar, his monotone gravely voice dragging with fatigue.
"I'm in!" shouted the general, his hands raised above his head as he sprinted for the entrance, all the time wailing with excitement.
"Ingrate, makes one wonder what's between those ears," replied Lothor, his voice noticeably agitated. "I'm never appreciated around here. Monkey- out of my way."
"Name?" spoke Goldar. Lothor closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh, then placing his gloved hand on Goldar's right shoulder armor. The large bouncer growled in disgust.
"You know, I didn't want it to come to this. But now I see I have no choice" His voice began accentuating every other syllable. "Prepare yourself, monkey. Prepare to find out just why I'm among Earth's greatest ninja master! Prepare-"
Snapping into position, Lothor locked his right shoulder against Goldar's waist, pushing with all the effort he had, bracing his feet, which both slid back too far before being readjusted. Lothor's hands repositioned against his foe's torso, again pushing with valiant effort and again coming up short. Goldar had not budged an inch and let out another annoyed growl.
"Lothor!" shouted an optimistic voice from the entranceway, which didn't cease the ninja master's efforts to move Goldar.
"Kinda busy here," said Lothor, his teeth grinding against each other, his large black lips straining past the gums.
But then Lothor instinctively looked up, seeing the face of a man he'd only heard tales of. Almost immediately, Lothor rose up, patting Goldar's armor with nervous chuckling.
"Yes, it all seems intact. Zeddy! It's so nice to finally meet your acquaintance."
"Goldar," spoke Emperor Zedd, "...allow the manic to pass."
Lothor turned to Goldar, smiling as if he'd just conquered five Earths. Goldar bottled his anger well, stepping aside as he eyeballed the passer.
"Come Lothor, everything's about to begin." Zedd kept to the door propped open with the metal railings covering his foot.
"I'd be delighted," spoke Lothor, giving Zedd a huge pat on the back. However, Zedd's outer body was that of pure flesh and muscle with no skin, so spurts of organic juices volcanoed from Zedd's back and dropped all over Lothor.
"Bleh! Let's...keep hugging off the to-do list, shall we?"