After destroying the last of the squad of cybertrackers with a simple technique by focusing her energy with each punch, kick, and blast, Raven was nearly out of breath.
"Good job," sent her turning to see Rath on the strange looking motorcycle.
"Thank you," curtseying.
"Would the pretty lady like a ride?"
"Why not?" sitting behind Rath, "Whose bike?"
"Not a bike, it's the Hog."
"Whose Hog is it?"
"Lobo."
"Who's Lobo?"
"Lobo's in pain, baby. Lobo's in pain," heading straight towards the spaceports garage.
Overloading the security box, the door opened. Black visors stared at the stolen undercutter. Signaling to proceed slowly, they advanced towards the undercutter. Placing override box against the airlock door, pushing buttons, the undercutter door slid opened.
Barrels moved waiting for movement. Nothing. The green cybertracker entered. It sat in the pilot seat. The screen came on. "Have a nice day," flashed on the screen. Counting down from five to zero reflected off the cydertracker's visor.
Seeing the explosion, "Lost the ship," remarked Rath.
"And our way home."
"Are we losing faith?"
"Then dazzle me."
"Prepare to be dazzled," turning the handle grip.
Now back on Earth, blood was boiling inside a huge cauldron.
Stirring the hot blood, "It's ready mother."
"Add the final ingredient."
The scorched skull was thrown into the cauldron. Flames shot upwards consuming the blood. The flames died out leaving a naked ashen skinned kneeing young man behind.
"Raise Sebastian."
He did.
"Welcome back, son."
"You're my mother?"
"Yes and this is Christian, your brother."
Christian placed a robe on Sebastian's bare shoulders.
"Why did you bring me back early?"
"Had to. Your rightful bride has been tricked by an upstart."
"Raven must be returned to me."
"Correct, but don't worry, son. Together we're going to make that upstart wished he never was born."
Standing in front of spaceport hanger, "Thank you, Hog," patting the fender, "Now return to Lobo," watching the Hog leave, "Now Raven lets see if Lt. Prof. Deckland has any vacancies left," walking into the hanger.
When the column smacked into Lobo, it sent him through the floor and into Tar-Paul's treasury. Staring at all that platinum made him forget about the pain that was shooting through his body.
Whistling, nothing happened.
Whistling again, again nothing happened.
"Now where's Hog?"
A familiar engine echoed through the chamber.
Stopping in front of Lobo, "Where's you been Hog?" hearing a couple reviving sounds, "What do you mean that you were getting a lube job?" pulling a gun from the saddle bags, "Never mind," miniaturizing the roomful of platinum and placing it in the saddle bags.
Sitting, "Lets blow this planet, Hog," busting through a wall.