Through the depths of space, a signal traveled; a signal that described the defeat of its senders. A signal that desperately called for help; but any help that came, would arrive far too late. From its origin point, the signal spread far and wide; past stars, planets, and moons, and across galaxies. For the longest time, the signal traveled undetected, and it seemed like no one would ever find it; until someone did.

As the signal traveled, it came upon a planet a little bigger than Earth. The planet had four large continents, with great, vast oceans separating them. Down on the northern edge on one of these continents, there stood a large complex nestled up against a mountain; it was rectangular, with an airfield off to the right. Upon the top of the complex, many radio antenna stood ready to receive various signals; and as it just so happened, they were about to intercept a very special message.

Within a room in the complex, two figures sat across from each other, they sat patiently, each anticipating the others move. Suddenly, one of the figures slammed three cards down on the table between them. "I WIN!" He stated triumphantly, sporting a face to go with it. The other figure, startled by the others proclaimed victory, tried to object.

"WHAT! NO!, YOU DIDN'T WIN! That's not how the game works; you have to place at least four cards to have a winning move, not three!"

"My friend, there is a way you can win with just three cards; if you have BOL." He said gesturing to the cards he had placed down. The other one looked and saw just what was on the cards, one had a slash across it, one had an arrow, and the last had a sphere. He had played BOL, he had won. Upon seeing this, he reluctantly relented. "Dang it, I forgot about BOL!" He said with a hint of annoyance in his voice. "I could've won three moves ago." He smiled lightly at his friend.

Standing up, the one that lost began to put the cards away. putting them all back in their container, he made his way to a shelf that hung across the back wall of the room. There were two beds on either side of the room in the back corner, as this was the two's room. next to the door was the table and chairs where they had been sitting at. and two closets could be found at the feet of both beds. Setting the cards down, the other one spoke up.

"We're not gonna play again?" He asked from his seat.

"Dude! We've already played five times!" He said with a slight hint of exasperation in his voice. The other replied. "Yeah, but I thought we were having a good time?"

"We were, but I wanna do something-" Whatever he was about to say was quickly cut off as something started to play over the intercom.

"Perhaps it's fate that today is the fourth of July..."

What was that?" asked the one sitting in the chair. Suddenly another voice came over the speaker.

"You two, get up here, we've intercepted a distress signal, a distress signal, from the Pyrrhians." The two of them exchanged silent looks. if the Pyrrhians had sent a distress signal then they had to look into it. Gathering their barings, they exited the room and started down the long hallway. As they made their way down the hall more lines of audio could be heard over the speakers, and due to the metal structure of the base, the words bounced off the metal walls, making it sound all echoey and ghostly.

"You will once again be fighting for our freedom..." Curiosity filled the one who lost the game and he picked up his pace; upon seeing this the other followed suit and caught up with his friend.

"Not from tyranny oppression or persecution, but from annihilation..." Reaching the stairwell, They began their trek up to the control room. All the while more lines of audio played.

"We're fighting for our right to live..."

"We're fighting for our right to live..."

INDEPENDENCE DAY:

RESURGENCE OF THE WINGS

The two reached the top of the stairs and found themselves in a large circular room, the lights on the domed ceiling were dimmed, casting the room in shadows. In the center of the room was a round elevated platform with ramps leading up to it, all around the edge of the platform sat control terminals, and in the dead center of it, surrounded by several other figures, sat another terminal with a large blinking light.

Making their way up the ramp, the two were greeted by the others in the room.

"Ok, that's everyone, can we see what this signal is all about now?" A female voice asked impatiently.

"Yes, yes we may." Came the voice that had called them all up here. Taking his scaly hand, he pressed the button and a holographic image came into being above them. The image depicted a star system with eight planets, it then zoomed in on the third planet from the sun. It showed images of a battle that raged on all over the globe; as well as Pyrrhian ships going down all across the planet. And as all these images played, a being spoke."But as the day when the world declared in one voice, WE WILL NOT GO QUIETLY INTO THE NIGHT, WE WILL NOT VANISH WITHOUT A FIGHT. WE'RE GOING TO LIVE ON, WE'RE GOING TO SURVIVE. TODAY WE CELEBRATE OUR INDEPENDENCE DAY!"

The one who activated the hologram wondered aloud. "The Pyrrhians created their shields a little over a thousand years ago, and since then no one has been able to stop them, how did they find a way around the shields?" He asked as he watched the message repeat itself.

One of the group speaks. "Do you think they're the ones, do you think they can do it?" He askes.

"Doubtfully." A new voice cuts in. "We have been searching for thousands of years for a way to defeat the Pyrrhians; and no species, not even us, has been able to, so why would this race be any different? And on top of that, the Pyrrhians will no doubt attack them again; and the second attack is one nobody has ever managed to stop, so I suggest we get to them before they do." The speaker turned to another that was in the room (the one that lost the card game) and spoke.

"Do you think you can lead the mission to their planet?" He askes.

The one being spoken to walked forward, The light from the hologram reflecting off his purple scales. "You bet." Spyro the dragon replies.

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