Narrator: Thousands of people were gathered on and around the west
steps of the Capitol building in Washington DC. All 108 Senators and 381
Representatives, various other political figures and players, hundreds
of members of the
forces in full regalia, members of the press, and nearly countless well-wishers
and onlookers gathered, huddled together on that cold January morning.
The American flag whipped about on the cold wind, but like the crowd, it
didn't let the temperature bring it down on such an important day. Just
young president elect, Jimmy Kovacs, peeked nervously around a window
frame, scanning the crowd. The Chief Justice approached him and gently lay
on his shoulder.
Justice: We can't wait for them forever.
Jimmy: They said they'd be back. They said it wouldn't take long, they'd
be right back. They wouldn't miss it.
Justice: With all do respect, sir... they are missing it. There's an entire
country waiting right now. Is Max Thornfield worth keeping an entire country
out in the cold? I know they're your friends-
Jimmy: The Flashpack is more than just my friends- they're my family! I was
with them since I was eight; they practically raised me!
Narr: The Justice stepped back from the boy and looked to the floor.
Justice: I'm sorry, of course.
Narr: Jimmy looked out the window again, this time, not looking for his friends.
This time, he looked at the crowd that was there. The throng of young people
spilling with optimism, bundled up in the cold to see him sworn in. Signs
reading "Jimmy's My Boy!" and "Gosh, we can change the country!" were
held overhead in gloved hands. Jimmy sighed.
Jimmy: Good luck, Max. You keep saving the world, I'll do what I can for
America. (to the Justice.) I'm ready. Let's go.
Narr: Jimmy stepped out onto the West Steps, and the crowd erupted into applause,
peppered with cheers for the youngest elected President in American History.
Max Thornfield, meanwhile, didn't even have the decency to realize he was
late for the inauguration. In all fairness, he was somewhat distracted at
(Max lets out an agonized scream. Drallus cackles.)
Max: Why are you doing this, Drallus?
Drallus: Aw, Max... because I can. Hahahahaaaa!
Narr: The remainder of the Flashpack, however, did remember.
Slotter: Molly, we're going to miss Jimmy's big day!
Molly: Some things are more important.
Narr: Molly was cramped into the undersized seats, piloting their catship
as fast as they could get away with inside of Earth's atmosphere without the
engines blowing out. She was determined to get to El Paso as quickly as possible.
If they'd been clocked, they would have set a record.
Keane: So, what's going on? You said Max was in danger. I thought he was
Molly: He is. They were on... a date, in El Paso-
Slotter: A date? Oh, god, Molly, I'm so sorry.
Molly: It's all right- it turned into a kidnapping.
Molly: Furtrace, tell them.
Narr: The little Catman flattened his ears out in embarrassment.
Furtrace: It's a funny story actually... I was just... kind of... looking
in on them, because... I was worried about... Molly's feelings, you see. Heh
Keane: Cut to the chase, pervert.
Furtrace: Drallus lead Max into a trap. A fleet of troops grabbed him.
Slotter: What? Drallus? Why would she betray Max?
Furtrace: How should I know? The man is a stupid head.
Molly: Maybe you'd have preferred Drallus ask you on a date- so she could
be torturing you?
Furtrace: It might be worth it...
Narr: On the contrary, Max was not enjoying himself. Drallus had him strapped
to a table, electrodes connected to the pain centers of his brain. She strutted
around the room before him, her t-shirt and jeans cast aside for a revealing
metallic bikini and cape, holding the activator, so that at any whim-
Drallus: All right, Max- you want to know why? I'll tell you.
Drallus: Unless you'd rather have more-
Max: No! No more...
Drallus: Very well. It must seem so crazy to you- my betrayal. I've been
a part of the Flashpack since it began- a founding member. You and I have
known each other even longer. I am, of course, grateful to your mother for
raising me, a poor orphan girl. She treated me almost as one of her own. Almost.
Indeed, Earth has been like a home to me-
Drallus: But you see- it isn't my home. Not really. I have been contacted
by my brother, and it seems I'm not just a poor orphan girl. I'm the lost
daughter of a line of powerful and ruthless Galactic Dictators.
Max: What? That's crazy.
Drallus: Behave. (Max screams) Max Thornfield- I'd like you to meet my brother:
Dex: Hello, Thornfield- the pleasure is mine, I'm sure. My sister has told
me so much about you, all of it sickeningly good.
Max: What do you want from me?
Dex: Me? I don't want a thing from you. You hoo-mans make me ill. I assume
I can use you Earth... things as slaves. For my real slaves to use. My sister,
however, seems to have use for you.
Drallus: I'm going to become powerful Max, ruler of the galaxy-
Dex: Co- ruler.
Drallus: It's no secret that I've had... feelings for you for years now.
Max: You what?
Drallus: Don't play dumb, Max.
Dex: Dear sister, from what I've seen, he couldn't if he tried. Don't you
think you could choose someone more... worthy of your affections? Someone
in your caste, for example?
Max: I don't know what you've done to Drallus, monster, but I won't let you
get away with it!
Dex: Oh, please! What I did to her? What about what you've done? When I first
approached her six months ago, she wanted nothing to do with me! It's you
and your precious 'Flashpack' that pushed her away! As I spoke to her in secret
these many months, something in her changed... It wasn't my idea to enslave
the Earth, I assure you.
Drallus: Things are going to be so much better, Max! Once I rule the world,
we can put a stop to hunger, disorder-
Max: But Jimmy is-
Drallus: Jimmy?! Gods, Max! You always take his side! Isn't it conceivable
that that little runt doesn't have all than answers, for once is his life?!
Dex: Just kill him, sister. There's no way he'll join us, he's too much of
Max: Join you? What-
Drallus: Max, be reasonable. I don't want to kill you, Max, I... I love you.
I'm going to be Mistress of the Solar System, Max. Rule by my side. Join me.
Jimmy trusts you- with your help, we can overthrow the world Governments with
very little need to kill their leaders at all! The world will be mine and
I... will be only yours. No one can have me but you. Please, Max... will you
Narr: A flash of light stopped Max's answer in his throat.
Keane: Howdy, traitor. We'll be leaving now.
Narr: A second flash of light filled Drallus's eyes as Keane grabbed a hold
of Max and used her Transport Belt to take them both out of the siblings'
Dex: What... they have Transport capabilities? Why didn't you tell me?
Drallus: I didn't... I didn't think they would find us!
Dex: We have fields to stop these things! Guards! Raise transporter interference-
cover the city with them!
Troops: Sir, there's an unidentified ship of Saladonian origin flying away.
Drallus: That's the Flashpack!
Dex: Shoot them out of the sky!
Narr: On the catship, Molly began flying as soon as Keane was on board.
Slotter: They're back! Go! Go!
Max: Thank you Keane! You saved my life. I owe you.
Keane: My pleasure.
Furtrace: (sarcastic) Oh goody... you're all right.
Max: Say... I thought Molly said not to teleport more than once within a
Molly: There was a risk involved, but I thought it was worth it. So what's
going on, Max?
Max: Drallus's brother is an evil warlord from another planet. He's got some
sort ofr control over her.
Slotter: How can you tell?
Max: How else could she have betrayed us? I've been searching for my father
for years, but I'm not going to turn my back on being a hero and doing what's
right just because I find out he's some sort of jerk!
Molly: Crap! We're being pursued. They're shooting at us!
Furtrace: Maybe if we give them Max back, they'll let us leave?
Max: You can get us out of it, Molly, you're the best pilot I've ever- AHHHHHHHHHH!
Slotter: What's wrong Max?
Max: This thing... in my head... Drallus has it hooked to my brain... we
must still be in range for her- AHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Molly: Furtrace, take the wheel!
Furtrace: What? Me? Molly, no, I can't-
Molly: I have to get that out of Max's head! It'll only take a minute!
Max: Molly, no! You shouldn't risk it just for m- AHHHHHHHHHHH!
Molly: I don't have a choice, Max. Bite down on this.
Slotter: Oh God, I can't watch this!
Narr: Molly yanked the implant out of Max's head, but just as it came clear,
one of Dex's ships finally clipped the catship's wing with one of their missiles.
Furtrace: We're hit!
Keane: These ships were built for your kind! You're supposed to be better
at flying them than we are!
Furtrace: Hello? Magic user, not pilot! Which reminds me-
Narr: Furtrace propped his spellbook on the dashboard as the ship began going
down. He pawed through the pages quickly and then began to incant.
Furtrace: Cat Noises.
Narr: The air inside the catship started becoming thicker, until, finally,
it became like clear, air-gelatin. The ship crashed down into the side of
the Sun Bowl on the UTEP, breaking apart into many pieces, but, aside from
the almost sickening jiggling feeling, the Flashpack was unharmed. Once the
wreckage settled, the air de-congealed, allowing them to move once more.
Keane: Was that absolutely necessary?
Furtrace: It was the first thing I could find! We lived, didn't we?
Max: We'd better get moving if we want to keep it up!
Slotter: Too late! Look!
Narr: A sleek and impressing ship was heading right for them. Its hull seemed
to be made of silver and gold, polished to perfection and reflecting everything
around it, almost seeming to glow.
Molly: It's a Battlenova- incredibly expensive show-ship, usually bought
Max: It must be Dex. We've got to... run?
Troop: Don't move!
Narr: Dex's came from all sides and surrounded the 'Pack, boxing them in
as the Battlenova landed nearby.
Max: Ok, let's take stock here... Do we have any blasters?
Slotter: Lost with the ship.
Max: Flash grenades?
Slotter: (growing concern) Lost with the ship.
Max: Rocket launchers?
Slotter: (panicked!) Lost with the ship.
Max: Nuclear warheads?
Slotter: ... no.
Furtrace: I've got my spellbook!
Max: Well... it's something. See what you can do.
Narr: The 'pack fell silent as the boarding ramp descended from the gleaming
ship. Soon, Dex and Drallus descended, hand in hand.
Drallus: Now, now, Thornfield- it wasn't nice to try to slip off without
Max: I hate to take advantage of your hospitality Drallus. Or should I say,
your brother's? Whatever he's done to you, we'll undo! We'll get you back!
Dex: Oh, please, is that before or after we crush your planet to dust? You're
surrounded by fleets of my clone army, each of whom has been cloned from the
most highly skilled soldier in my family's history. Even if, by some miracle,
you were to escape, we'd only gather our fleet and return with enough power
to decimate every being on the planet - but I'm confident we already have
more than enough to take care of you, you worthless speck!
Molly: You can't talk to Max Thornfield that way! He's more of man that a
bastard like you could ever even dream of-
Dex: Oh come on... you too? The man is a moron, how can you not see this?
Slotter: You don't look like much yourself, fancy-pants!
Dex: Do you like them? Hand woven.
Drallus: This is my brother Dex, Jill. He's about to become your new absolute
lord of all things.
Furtrace: You... you look incredible, Drallus.
Narr: Max turned to the little catman to find him not flipping through his
spellbook, but clutching it to his chest and staring googly-eyes at Drallus's
Max: Furtrace! Our-yay Ell-spay Ook-bay!
Furtrace: What? Oh... heh heh...
Drallus: Oh, please, you thing! As if you were ever worthy of my notice,
let alone my affections!
Narr: Furtrace began paging through his book quickly.
Furtrace: Oh yeah? Oh yeah, well... well...
Drallus: I like mine well done, actually.
Narr: Drallus fired her blaster at her former friend, charring his fur, and
killing him instantly. Can the Flashpack escape the alien siblings' clutches?
Will the world be enslaved by this alien dictator? How will our heroes cope
with the death of their friend? Find out next episode in "Flight of the