Rath covered his mouth with the scarf and slipped the hood on. His black hat was placed on Raven's head.

"To be more incognito."

Raven didn't care. Her attention was on The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Before she could ask about the entry about Earth being mostly harmless, they entered the throne room. Turning her eyes from the book, she stared at the red skinned, blue hair man leaning his face against his right fist with females fanning him with metal fans. Yes, he did look bored.

His throne rested on top of steps looked like a pyramid. At the four corners of each step stood a guard.

"Psst," came from a blue tinted cyborg in blue robes standing on the left of Rath.

"Yes," answered Rath.

"How would you like to be announced?"

"What do you mean?"

"After I say "Asking for the Wisdom of Tar-Paul, the Descender of the Heavens, Ruler of Weaker Souls Who Don't Deserves to Speak His Name, the One Who Protects Those Deserve His Protection" then I say your name."

"You can't say "Asking for the Wisdom of Tar-Paul, the Descender of the Heavens, Ruler of Weaker Souls Who Don't Deserves to Speak His Name, the One Who Protects Those Deserve His Protection" without my name."

"Correct."

"Call me Ishmael."

Before the cyborg could announce, Rath walked towards the throne and said, "Understood you wanted my head," removing the scarf and hood, "Well, I brought it. Do I get the reward for it?"

Removing his cheek from his hand, he leaned forward.

"Your arrogance hasn't changed, Rath Mist," snapping his fingers, "Time to enjoy your slow death."

The fact guards with staffs that shoot plasma energy and Raven gripping his right arm didn't bother him.

"Who the hell are you?" did.

"Playing the fool isn't going to save you, Mist."

"Actually it's more for the readers and the girl's enlightenment."

"Right, like a so called superior intelligent could forget about destroying Alta."

"Alta, Alta," rubbing his chin, "Oh yeah, the planet I blew up."

"You blew up a planet."

"Yeah, they tried making me help them by kidnapping Jazen."

"Jazen?"

"She was my traveling companion at the time," returning his attention to Tar-Paul, "Which member were you?"

"I'm a collection of the people's memories that call out for your blood."

"So my plan worked."

"What plan?"

"Simple give them a common goal to make them stop fighting."

"By killing you?"

"Noble goal. Of course, a waste by putting their conscience into a struck up robot."

"What makes you think they did it willing?"

"Sacrificing lives to just to kill me? You deserve no pity."

"What makes you think I would want your pity?"

"Good now that's off our chest. Time to leave."

"What makes you think you can just leave?"

"The cybertracker mothership that had entered your atmosphere."

Above them, something crashed through the ceiling.

"Yea haw," boomed through the room.

Black boots landed on a couple guards.

With a cigar in his mouth, "There's a party going on and nobody invited the Main Man," swinging his chain, "Time to fix that."