SKYTREK - CHAPTER 11 (standard:humor, 5158 words) [11/15] show all parts
Author: Danny Miami	Added: May 22 2010	Views/Reads: 2237/1740	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Chapter 11 of the Star Trek parody.

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Stan quickly jumped back, well out of his way. Kharg raised his hand and
pointed a long bony finger. A thin blue line shot out from the end of 
it and zapped into the Sphere, shattering it. 

Stan's eyes widened. “Blimey!” he muttered. “This God's for real!” 

Kharg drifted forward and was examining the inside of the Sphere as the
flock arrived. They stopped a respectful distance away, whispering and 
pointing at him. 

Stan turned when he heard them. “Told you He'd come, didn't I?” he
bragged, swaggering over. 

The flock nodded. 

“Well come on then, show the Deity a bit of respect,” he ordered. 

The men started shoving their wives and daughters forward. 

“No, no! Not that!” snapped Stan. “Bow!” 

The flock quickly got down on their knees and bowed their heads to the
ground. 

Kharg continued to ignore them and had found a small golden Globe
amongst the remains of the Sphere. It was an exact replica of the 
Sphere and after examining it he shoved it inside his robe. 

Stan swaggered back over to him. “There you are, God,” he said proudly,
waving a hand at the flock. “Your followers. Trained them myself. Good, 
aren't they?” 

Kharg glanced at the filthy fur-clad primitives bowed towards him and
wrinkled his nose in disgust. He brought out his Transceiver and 
flicked it open. “Giraffe – have you finished the survey of the planet 
yet?” he rasped into it. 

“Just finished,” Giraffe replied. 

“Does it show anything of interest?” 

“There's some sort of barrier running across the planet,” Giraffe told
him. “It separates one half from the other.” 

Stan's eyes widened again as he heard the voice from the Transceiver.
“More than one God is there?” he asked, drawing closer. 

“Scanners pick it up,” Giraffe went on, “but it could be invisible to
the eye.” 

“There's more than one of them!!” Stan shouted to the flock. 

“Possibly a--” 

“He's talkin to the other God right now!!” Stan yelled, keeping the
flock informed. “Better than trees this, eh Barry!?” 

“Silence!” Kharg hissed angrily. 

Stan jumped back. “Sorry God,” he apologised. 

“Possibly a force-field or some kind of invisible wall running across
the planet,” Giraffe continued. 

“Wall?” picked up Stan. “You lookin for the wall that nobody sees?” he
asked. 

After warning Giraffe to stay alert, Kharg flicked off his Transceiver.
“What do you know of a wall?” he rasped. 

“There's a bloody big one runnin round our bit of the planet,” Stan told
him. “Trouble is, nobody can see it.” 

Kharg's oval eyes narrowed. “A permanent force-field,” he muttered to
himself. He brought the Pendant out from under his robe and examined 
it. “And this will get me through it!” 

“Bloody hell!” Stan exclaimed as he saw the Pendant. “You've got the
key!” 

“This is the key?” rasped Kharg. “Then you must know where the door is?”


“Oh yeah, I do,” Stan said, nodding. “We found it one day by accident,”
he went on conversationally. “Lookin for a way through the wall, we 
were, when we found this little hole with designs in it just like 
that,” he said, pointing at the Pendant. 

“Show me where it is,” rasped Kharg. 

Stan grinned and stepped closer. “In a hurry to find it are we, God?” 

“I would like to find it soon,” Kharg replied, aware that the Klingers
must be somewhere close. 

“It's a big wall,” Stan said casually. “It would take you ages to find
it.” 

“Then show me the spot.” 

Stan pulled at his straggly beard. “What's in it for me?” he asked. 

Kharg groaned and held his head. “Oh not another one!” he rasped
wearily. 

“I do somethin for you – you do somethin for me,” Stan said, winking and
tapping the side of his nose. 

“What do you wish?” Kharg asked. 

“Let me an the flock through the wall with you,” Stan told him. “Oh an
show me how to do that zappin bit.” 

Kharg looked puzzled. “Zapping bit?” he queried. 

“Yeah, you know, that zappin bit when the blue streak comes out,” Stan
replied, flicking his finger. 

“The blue streak,” Kharg repeated and shook his head. “Agreed. Oh before
we go, has anyone else landed on your planet recently?” 

Stan shook his head. “Nope. Only you, God.” 

“Good,” rasped Kharg. “Now lead me to this place where the Pendant fits
into the wall.” 

Stan folded his arms. “I want the zappin bit now!” he demanded. 

Kharg's eyes narrowed angrily but remembering how close the Klingers
might be, he controlled himself. “Stand still,” he ordered and raised 
his hands. 

As Stan remained motionless a circling red light appeared above his head
and slowly began moving down over his body. 

The flock were watching. 

“What's God doin to Stan?” a puzzled Barry asked. 

“Dunno,” muttered Arthur. “Maybe it's a ritual.” 

“Naaa. You need a daughter when you're doin that,” said Barry. 

The red circle continued to move down gradually over Stan and then
disappeared into the ground. 

Stan watched it go. “Is that it?” he asked. 

Kharg nodded. 

Stan flexed his index finger experimentally. A weak blue line dribbled
out the end of it. Startled, he jumped back and looked at his hand in 
awe. He flexed his finger again and a stronger blue line flashed past 
his head, narrowly missing his ear. 

“Holy shit!” he exclaimed. “I'll have to be careful with this.” He
turned and swaggered over to the flock. “Hey you lot – up on your 
feet!” he ordered. 

The flock, who were still kneeling on the ground, got to their feet. 

“Watch this,” Stan told them and looked round for a suitable target. 

He spotted a rock, flexed his finger and pointed at it. A blue line
instantly shot out, streaked through the air and shattered the rock. 

As one, the flock's eyes widened and their mouths dropped open. 

“How about that!” boasted Stan, parading up and down in front of them.
“Bet Eric couldn't do that, Barry!?” 

“Wow! That was pretty good, Stan,” said Barry. “Did God give you it?” 

Stan nodded and gazed at his finger. 

“Do another one, Stan,” Arthur encouraged him. 

“Another one? No problem to Stan the Man,” bragged the Prophet. 

“There's a big one,” Arthur said, pointing to a large boulder about
twenty feet away. 

“Right, watch this,” Stan told him. 

He flexed his index finger then flicked it at the boulder. This time a
thick blue line streaked through the air and zapped into it. There was 
a small explosion and rock fragments flew into the air. 

Stan grinned triumphantly and turned back to the flock to receive their
acclaim then realised that the thick blue line was still shooting out 
of his finger. “Oh shit!” he muttered as the line grew stronger and he 
lost control of it. “Aaarrgghh! Stop! Stop!” he yelled. 

The out of control blue line danced across the grass gouging holes in
the ground, blowing up more rocks, setting a bush on fire and then 
zapped into one of the flock who screamed and fell. 

The others immediately scattered. 

“Turn the friggin thing off!!” Stan yelled over his shoulder to Kharg. 

Seeing what was happening, Kharg snapped his fingers and the blue line
vanished. 

“Shit! Bit of a close one that!” muttered a relieved Stan, blowing on
his finger. “Sorry about that, flock!” he shouted to the flock who had 
re-grouped out of range. “I'll have to practice.” 

Barry cupped his hands to his mouth. “As long as it's not on us, Stan!”
he yelled back. 

Kharg meantime was growing extremely irritated at the antics of the
primitives. “Show me the wall!” he hissed. “Now!!” 

“Oh yeah, the wall,” agreed Stan. “It's up the other hill past my cave
then down at the other side. 

“Let's go,” ordered Kharg and drifted off. 

Stan trotted along beside him and as soon as he was out of zapping
range, the flock followed. 

As Stan struggled to keep up with Kharg he kept glancing enviously at
the effortless way he seemed to drift along. 

“Don't suppose you could show me how to do that driftin bit?” he panted.
Kharg's yellow eyes flashed angrily at him. 

“Forget it,” Stan said quickly. 

On the other side of the hill they halted near the bottom. The invisible
wall swung round here in a long loping curve and when Stan had caught 
his breath he led the way over to it. 

Kharg reached out towards it and his bony, tapering fingers tapped
something solid. “The force-field!” he rasped, triumph in his voice. 
“Where is the door?” 

Stan led the way along a narrow path with Kharg drifting along behind
him until they came to a spot near some trees. Stan halted and pointed 
to a small, intricately patterned hole. 

“Right there, God,” he said. 

Kharg brought out the Pendant and compared its intricately carved
outline to the hole. Both looked as if they matched. 

As he moved the Pendant closer to the force-field its carved base swung
round at a right angle, much to Stan's amazement. Kharg inserted the 
base of the Pendant into the hole and turned it. There was a loud click 
and the Pendant swung away from him. 

Stan ran his hand along the wall then it travelled through to the other
side. “You've done it, God!!” he exclaimed. “You've opened the wall 
that nobody sees!!” 

Kharg's harsh laughter rang out and he drifted through. He removed the
Pendant from the lock then reached into his robe and brought out the 
small gold Globe he'd found inside the Sphere. Immediately it started 
giving off a high-pitched bleeping and he moved off with it in his open 
palm. 

Behind him Stan waved to the flock. “Come on!” he yelled. “God's leadin
us into the Promised Land!” 

PART TWO 

On the bridge of Kharg's ship Giraffe had his feet up on his console and
was leaning back in his chair, dozing. If he'd remained alert as his 
Master had instructed he would have noticed the lights above the 
Transporter Platform flashing, indicating someone was beaming aboard. 

The shimmering outline of three figures began to solidify and moments
later Draygo and two of his warriors materialised. 

Giraffe woke at the insistent prodding of a laser rifle against his
head. 

Draygo grinned at him. “Where's Kharg?” he asked. 

Giraffe swallowed. “Down on the planet,” he squeaked. 

“Did the Sphere land there?” 

“Yes.” 

“What's it leading him to?” 

“I don't know.” 

“Kill him,” Draygo ordered casually. 

“Wait! Wait!” Giraffe pleaded. “Kharg's found some sort of invisible
wall running all the way across the planet. He's got a Pendant that 
opens a door in it.” 

Draygo frowned. “What's behind the wall?” 

“There's supposed to be some sort of really powerful mysterious
substance that's going to allow him to rule the Universe.” 

Draygo's frown deepened. “What the hell is it?” 

Giraffe shrugged his small shoulders. “Even Kharg doesn't know. He won't
till he finds it.” 

“Is he still looking for it?” 

Giraffe nodded. 

Draygo's frown cleared and an evil grin spread over his face. “In that
case I'll let him find it for me – then I'll take it.” He turned to his 
two warriors. “Set the charges,” he ordered. 

The troops removed their backpacks, took out some explosives and set
them at various points round the bridge. 

Draygo slapped a Transporter Bracelet round Giraffe's arm and lifted him
by the collar over to the Platform. “Beam us back,” he said into his 
Transceiver. 

The four figures shimmered and vanished, re-appearing moments later back
on the Mother Ship. Draygo lifted Giraffe by the collar again and 
carried him across the bridge, dumping him in front of the forward 
observation screen where Kharg's ship could be seen. 

“Watch,” Draygo ordered then nodded to his First Officer. 

The First Officer pressed a button on his console and Kharg's ship
erupted in a brilliant orange and red explosion. 

“Oh shit!” muttered Giraffe. “The Boss isn't going to like this!” 

Draygo grinned and turned away from the screen. Behind him, a dozen
heavily armed warriors had lined up on the Transporter Platform. He 
strode over and joined them. 

“Beam us down to the planet,” he ordered. 

PART THREE 

“I'm picking up a high energy generation from inside the planet's
atmosphere,” Lieutenant Youhoor announced. 

“An explosion?” Captain Kork asked. 

“Possibly sir,” replied Youhoor. 

Like Kharg and the Klingers, the Orion had travelled through the
corridor inside the Black Hole and had come out into the new Universe. 
They had followed the Hercurium traces across space and they had led to 
the planet Here which they were now studying on their forward 
observation screen. 

Mr Sprock's ears were currently in normal mode and he too was studying
the screen. “Since the planet obviously has no defence systems,” he 
said, “then either the Klingers have destroyed Kharg's ship or Kharg 
has destroyed the Mother Ship.” 

The Captain nodded agreement. “Which means we might be the next target.
Any ships on the scanners?” he asked Youhoor. 

“Negative sir.” 

The Captain stared thoughtfully at the screen. “Whoever destroyed the
other ship could be using a Cloak I suppose,” he mused. 

“Does the Mother Ship have one?” Mr Sprock asked. 

“Yes they do. Dennis told me,” the Captain replied, grinning as he
thought of one of their Klinger prisoners. 

“In that case I would say that the Klingers have destroyed Kharg's
ship.” 

“Yes, I accept your reasoning, Mr Sprock,” said the Captain. “The next
question is this – was Kharg aboard at the time?” 

The Orion's First Officer arched an eyebrow as he gave the matter his
consideration. “I would say no, Captain,” he eventually answered. 
“Kharg is too clever to be caught out by the Klingers, even if their 
ship does have a Cloak.” 

“In that case he must be down on the planet somewhere.” 

Sprock nodded. “Probably searching for the mysterious substance he told
us about when we were held prisoner on Dulcodaz.” 

Captain Kork pursed his lips. “So Kharg is down on the planet and the
Klingers are still inside its atmosphere, perhaps waiting for us,” he 
summed up. He turned to Mr Zulu. “Take a fix on that explosion and make 
sure we stay well away from it,” he ordered. 

“Yez boz,” Zulu replied. 

As the Orion headed away in the opposite direction from the explosion,
the Captain ordered a profile on the planet below. The forward 
observation screen view of space changed to a slowly revolving view of 
Here and they could see its mountains, oceans, valleys and rivers. 

Mr Sprock studied it closely. “There appears to be a barrier separating
one half of the planet from the other,” he said. “Possibly some sort of 
force-field.” “What purpose would that serve?” queried the Captain. 

“I'm not sure,” replied Sprock. “Tap in a predicted landing area for the
Sphere,” he instructed Crackers. 

Crackers complied and on the screen they could see that the Sphere had
landed fairly close to the force-field. 

“Give me a close up of the landing area,” Sprock requested. 

The view telescoped in and as it slowly panned round, he spotted
something. 

“Freeze the view,” he ordered Crackers. “Change to infra-red.” On the
screen the view changed colour and he pointed to something. “There, at 
the bottom of the hill,” he said to the Captain. “I think there's a gap 
in the force-field.” 

The Captain leaned forward and studied the screen. “You're correct Mr
Sprock,” he agreed. “There is a gap.” 

“This force-field must have been what the Sphere was leading Kharg to,”
Sprock went on. “What we don't know is how he created the gap in it.” 

“The Pendant!” exclaimed the Captain. “That damn Pendant! He must have
used it to get through the force-field somehow.” He turned and glared 
at Ricky who sank further down in the couch he was lounging on. 

“That sounds logical,” said Sprock. “Kharg did say the Pendant would
help him to reach the mysterious substance he was searching for.” 

“In that case he may already have it,” the Captain said, standing up. “I
think it's time we went down and investigated.” 

“Agreed, Jim,” replied Sprock. 

“Mr Bradley – take charge while I'm gone,” the Captain instructed as
they strolled over to the Transporter Platform. “Keep the Orion well 
away from the fix we took on the explosion. Call every thirty minutes 
to check if we're ready to beam back.” 

“Yes sir!” replied Butch, snapping out a salute. 

Lieutenant Youhoor pushed forward the Transporter levers and on the
Platform, the Captain and Mr Sprock shimmered then vanished. 

Moments later they materialised at the foot of the hill next to the path
where Stan had led Kharg. After a quick search they found the 
force-field and feeling their way along it found the still open 
doorway. 

“Kharg must have used the Pendant,” the Captain said, examining the
intricately designed lock. “It looks as if it would have fitted into 
this.” 

“I suggest we move through,” said Sprock. “If we climb that small hill
we may be able to spot him.” 

The Captain nodded and they strolled into the Promised Land. They began
to climb the small hill, skirting a forest on their left but they had 
only gone a hundred yards when two accurately fired beams from a couple 
of stun guns caught them and they dropped to the grass, unconscious. 

PART FOUR 

Allowing himself to be guided by the strength of the bleeping from the
small gold Globe, Kharg had drifted through the forest along a wide 
path. The path eventually led to a grassy clearing which was surrounded 
by several caves. 

Kharg drifted into the centre of the grassy clearing and stopped. With
the gold Globe in his palm, he held out his hand and slowly moved it 
round. When he was pointing towards one of the caves the bleeping from 
the Globe grew continuous and he drifted forward and entered the cave. 

Stan waited in the clearing but the flock remained back on the path,
preferring to remain a discreet distance from his index finger in case 
he felt compelled to give them another demonstration of his zapping 
power. 

A few minutes later Kharg drifted back out of the cave carrying two
caskets, one gold and one silver. He set them down on the grass and a 
curious Stan strolled up to see what they contained. 

Kharg opened the silver casket and inside were hundreds of small glass
phials, stacked neatly on folding velvet rows. Each phial contained a 
tiny amount of a thick jet black liquid. 

“What's all that stuff then, God?” Stan asked. 

Kharg ignored him and carefully removed one of the small phials and laid
it on the grass. He drifted back from it a little, closed his eyes and 
slowly raised his hands. 

As he did so the glass phial rose into the air and hung motionless six
feet above the grass. Kharg opened his eyes and looked round for a 
suitable target. 

Some distance behind the caves there was a small mountain and Kharg
drifted round and positioned himself behind the phial. He sucked in a 
deep breath and blew sharply towards it. The phial flew into the air 
high above the caves and headed towards the small mountain. 

Half way up the mountain the phial smashed into a large boulder. There
was a tremendous thundering explosion and the entire mountain began to 
disintegrate, starting an avalanche of rocks and boulders. More 
explosions followed and the mountain seemed to collapse in on itself. 

A couple of minutes later when the dust and smoke had cleared, the small
mountain was gone. 

Stan let out a long low appreciative whistle. “Bloody hell, God!” he
said. “You've disappeared a mountain!” 

Kharg's thin lips twisted in a triumphant smile. 

“What was in that little thing you blew at the mountain?” he asked. 

“Anti-Matter!” hissed Kharg and his harsh laughter rang round the
clearing. 

He drifted forward and opened the gold casket. Inside, on a thick velvet
lining, was one giant glass phial. It too contained the jet black 
Anti-Matter. A very large amount of it. 

Kharg picked it up carefully and stroked it. “Imagine what several of
these will do to Earth!” he hissed. 

“Earth?” questioned Stan. “Is that another mountain?” 

Kharg ignored him. “And when the other planets witness the destruction
of Earth,” he hissed, “it won't take much to persuade them that there 
is a new Master of the Universe – me!” 

Stan meantime was eyeing the silver casket with its hundreds of small
phials. “Don't suppose you could spare one or two of them?” he asked, 
nodding at the phials. 

“Don't be ridiculous!” rasped Kharg. “Now summon your flock. I have work
for them.” 

“The flock? No problem, God,” said Stan. He turned and yelled at his
followers. “Hey you lot! Get up here sharpish! God needs you!” 

The flock, who had hidden behind some trees after the destruction of the
mountain, appeared and slowly joined Stan in the clearing. 

“There you are, God – your flock. Yours to command.” 

Kharg pointed to the cave where he had found the caskets. “Go into the
cave,” he ordered them. “You will find many gold and silver caskets. 
Bring then out.” 

Under Stan's watchful eye the flock entered the cave and then
reappeared, each carrying a gold or silver casket, giving a total of 
twenty. 

“Follow me,” rasped Kharg when the last of them appeared and he began
drifting back along the path which led to the force-field. 

When they reached the edge of the forest Kharg halted and allowed the
flock to catch up, making sure his precious caskets were being carried 
with care. 

As he turned back to resume the short journey down to the doorway, some
movement near the force-field caught his attention. Two figures were 
standing beside it, massaging their necks. 

“Kork!” hissed Kharg angrily. “And the Bulcan!” 

Stan's eyes widened as he too caught sight of the figures. “Blimey!” he
muttered. “More Gods!” 

Kharg drifted down to the force-field doorway near the trees and
surveyed the Captain and Mr Sprock. “So, you are still alive?” he 
rasped mockingly. 

“Still alive,” said the Captain, wincing as he felt his neck where the
shot from the stun gun had struck him. “And still determined to stop 
you.” 

“Nothing can stop me now,” rasped Kharg. He beckoned one of the flock
forward and took the silver casket from him and laid it on the ground 
and opened it. “The legend was true,” he rasped, indicating the casket. 
“I now have the substance which will allow me to destroy Earth.” 

“What is the substance?” the Captain asked. 

“Anti-Matter!” Kharg hissed triumphantly. “Twenty caskets of it!” 

The Captain and Mr Sprock exchanged glances. 

Interested, Mr Sprock strolled over for a closer look. “Very ingenious,
Jim,” he said. “The Anti-Matter is contained in individual small glass 
ampoules. There appears to be a barrier between it and the glass. 
Probably a layer of Protion-Lassa particles. It's the only chemical 
which can come into contact with Anti-matter without being destroyed. 
It works by discharging ultra fast negative—“ 

“Enough!” Kharg hissed angrily. “It is of no interest. Now step away,
the two of you.” 

The Captain grinned. “The Anti-Matter won't do you much good,” He told
Kharg. “The force-field's closed up and there's another Pendant in the 
lock. You won't be able to use the one you have.” 

Kharg drifted over and examined the doorway and discovered that the
Captain was telling the truth. 

“I have no need of the Pendant any more,” he rasped, drifting back over
to the open silver casket. He reached in and withdrew one of the small 
glass phials then drifted back twenty feet. He raised his arm to throw 
the phial and everyone dived for cover. 

The phial flew threw the air and shattered against the force-field.
There was another thundering explosion and when the smoke cleared, 
Kharg drifted forward. 

His progress was halted when he bumped into the force-field which
despite the attention of the Anti-Matter was still intact. 

On the other side of the force-field, General Draygo stepped out from
behind some trees, grinning. 

“General Draygo,” rasped Kharg. “We meet again.” 

“Indeed we do, Kharg,” said Draygo and bowed mockingly. 

“Well I'll be dipped in mammoth shit!” muttered Stan. “Even more Gods!!”


“Klingers,” the Captain said to Sprock. “They must have ambushed us when
we were walking up the hill earlier.” 

Sprock nodded and gingerly rubbed his neck at the memory of the stun gun
shot. 

“As you can see – my copy of the Pendant is in the lock, so yours won't
get you out,” Draygo told Kharg. “We have also destroyed your ship. 
Perhaps you'll recognise this voice.” He flicked open his Transceiver. 
“Draygo to bridge,” he said into it. “Let the dwarf talk.” 

There was a strangled yelp from the Transceiver followed by Giraffe's
unmistakable voice. “You didn't have to do that!” he complained. “I was 
going to talk....hello Boss, can you hear me?” 

“He can hear you,” snapped Draygo. “Tell him.” 

“You're not going to like this, Boss,” Giraffe said, “but the Klingers
have destroyed our ship. I fought like a lion but the ugly bastards 
aarrgghhh!!” 

Draygo flicked off his Transceiver. “Convinced?” he asked. 

Kharg nodded. 

A grin spread over Draygo's ugly face. “I think it's time to make a
deal,” he said. “You can't get through the force-field and even if you 
could you've no ship.” 

“What do you propose?” rasped Kharg. 

“That we join forces,” Draygo told him. “We can easily destroy Earth
with some of the Anti-Matter then with your powers and the might of the 
Klinger fleets we can carve up the Universe between us.” 

Under the circumstances this wasn't too bad a deal for Kharg. “I agree,”
he rasped, “however I shall protect the Anti-Matter with my own 
force-fields in case you decide to kill me when I come through.” 

Draygo nodded. “Agreed,” he said. 

Kharg ordered the flock to come forward one by one and deposit their
silver or gold casket next to him and as they did so, he raised his 
hands and a circling purple light appeared above the casket then passed 
over it and into the ground. 

“Finished,” he rasped as the last casket was protected by his own
force-field. “Even if you kill me you will be unable to open the 
caskets.” 

Draygo nodded again then stepped forward and put his hand on the Pendant
but didn't turn it. “What about Kork and the Bulcan?” he asked. “Kill 
them,” rasped Kharg. 

Draygo stroked his lumpy face as he considered this. “Is your Pendant
the original?” he asked. 

Kharg nodded. 

“Is there any other way out apart from this door?” 

“None.” 

“Then let's leave them in there to rot.” 

“As you wish,” rasped Kharg. 

“We'll stay too!” piped up Stan. “Won't we flock?” 

The flock all nodded enthusiastically. 

Draygo turned the Pendant and opened the door. He stepped through and
immediately covered the Captain and Mr Sprock with his laser pistol. 
“Move and you're history,” he told them. 

Wisely, the Captain and Mr Sprock remained still. 

As they watched, Draygo ordered his warriors through and each of them
picked up two of the gold and silver caskets then moved back to the 
other side of the force-field then Kharg drifted through. Draygo pulled 
the door closed, tuned the Pendant then removed it. 

“Throw it in the air,” ordered Kharg. 

Draygo glanced at him then shrugged and did as he was asked. 

Kharg lifted his hand and pointed his index finger upwards. A blue line
streaked out and zapped into the Pendant, shattering it. He then did 
the same with his own. 

Draygo grinned and handed Kharg a Transporter Bracelet. He strolled over
to the force-field and sneered at the Captain and Mr Sprock. “Now we 
destroy Earth,” he told them then threw his head back and laughed. He 
turned and strolled over to Kharg and his warriors then flicked open 
his Transceiver. “Beam us back,” he ordered. 

He was still grinning maliciously as they all shimmered and vanished. 


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