Starfighter-D

Mr. Scott travels to Earth to recruit a laser-game 'star' who might help his doomed race of 'Centurions' challenge the evil emperor Zoor's 'destined' space-fleet.

A comic book space-opera to sign off with (yes!), inspired of course by the iconic The Last Starfighter. Enjoy! 

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On a faraway space-station in a fantastic galaxy, a democratic race of humanoids called Centurions were celebrating their minor victory over the evil emperor Zoor and intended to protect their space-station from future threats of terrorism.

EMPEROR ZOOR: I shall destroy these 'pesky' Centurions and establish a true reign of complete success, and I'll be right.

The humanoid-race of Centurions received word from universe Alliance that the evil Zoor intended to once-more and for the last time attack (and destroy!) their democratic space-station, so the valiant space-fighters/pilots assembled and bid their wives farewell to travel to Zoor's evil-empire space-fleet proximity to attempt to dispel the darkness and find peace at last.

EMPEROR ZOOR: This childish 'defiance' against my will has resulted in a terrific triumph of my Empire, and Centurions fade!

The few remaining survivors of the Centurions wondered now what to do after suffering this devastating/humiliating space-defeat at the hands of evil Zoor and sent one of their pilot-emissaries (Mr. Scott) to travel to an organic planet called Earth where humanoid-like beings called 'humans' were engaged in handsome forms of space-travel and exploration as well as military sky-pilot training. Mr. Scott intended to find a good young human pilot-starfighter 'recruit' to help the surviving and depressed Centurions to once-more challenge Zoor's empire; and so, Mr. Scott set-off for Earth.

MR. SCOTT: What a fantastic planet Earth is, and I'll set up a secret 'agility' video-game/arcade machine to see which young human can become the ultimate 'starfighter' utilizing nearly-perfect hand-eye coordination skill to commandeer one of our last Centurion space-starfighter planes to attack Zoor's empire-fleet; and so, Earth shall become a hopeful recruitment ground.

Mr. Scott found a nice quaint snowy Colorado (USA) smalltown where there was indeed a promising video-game 'star' who wend by the name of Satan who had outstanding hand-eye/targeting skill for video-game laser-fighting. This smalltown was a typical/iconic American smalltown and it was nice and peaceful during Christmastime that season.

Mr. Scott observed the going-on of this ritual-colored Colorado smalltown and spied on the great festival of a ballroom dance-event in which all the young people of the town (bachelor-princes/belles) engaged in forms of courtship and sentimental town spirit.

In this Colorado (USA) town on Earth lived that fantastically skilled video-game laser-fighting skilled nerdy young man named Satan who dreamt of getting to a great American video-game tournament and winning lots of money for his family and small-town so as to have his town featured in a cyber-fanzine article! Satan considered himself a 'patriot' of Colorado.

SATAN: I'm going to be famous with my video-game skill, and I'll marry my Colorado cheerleader-sweetheart (Emily)!

MR. SCOTT: I'll discreetly place this agility (Spider-Man) arcade-machine in this town's service-station to recruit this Satan.

MR. SCOTT: I've found you, my good boy!
SATAN: Yeah, but this sounds 'terribly' insane, Mr. Scott.

MR. SCOTT: The Centurions need you way out there in that faraway galaxy now, Satan.

SATAN: I was preparing for my own life-plans right here in Colorado, Mr. Scott.

MR. SCOTT: Everything will be here waiting for you when you return...as a trumpeting starfighter, Satan.

SATAN: Is this safe or even sane, Mr. Scott?

MR. SCOTT: My boy, you'll simply 'love' our surviving/enduring Centurion space-vessel in the Galaxy Rai.

MR. SCOTT: We're going to outfit you in this extra-ordinary Centurion designed space-starfighter plane, Satan.

SATAN: I can fly this jagged thing?
MR. SCOTT: To deliver the 1-2 punch on the evil Zoor's space-fleet, you need only think of pure diagonals.

SATAN: Alright!

As Satan, the last 'starfighter' fighting for the hopes of these surviving/enduring 'Centurions' in this faraway galaxy, prepared for his marvelous challenge of evil Zoor's empire space-fleet, he was uniformed in a special starfighter gear and outfit, and he trained himself to no longer to simply be a video-game 'star' but a real galaxy-starfighter hero.

EMPEROR ZOOR: So, these defiant Centurion have discovered a monkey-man and seek to usurp my triumphant fleet!

Zoor was now also being equally-challenged by a conquered race of beings called Woods whose planet was destroyed by Zoor's dark space-fleet. The Woods were marshaled by an honorable pilot named Brian who hoped to ram his surviving crew of Woods into Zoor's commandeering space-fleet ship.

WOODS-BRIAN: We're not going to stand-by and watch countless species erased by Zoor without a proportional response.

When Woods-Brian's wife Camilla was murdered by a betraying inside-man inside the Woods spaceship, Brian knew their days for Woods-defiance were numbered and now planned even more to ram into Zoor's command-vessel, for Camilla's memories!

WOODS-BRIAN (Commander): We're ramming into Zoor's command-ship now, Co-captain 1.

CO-CAPTAIN 1: Camilla's already dead, Brian; and I doubt this achieves anything.

WOODS-BRIAN (Commander): We may fail completely this time; but we'll do this for all time!

CO-CAPTAIN 1: My goodness, Zoor's shooting his unavoidable laser-cannon at us, Brian!

WOODS-BRIAN (Commander): Then...we die for the tribulation of defiance...for all time.

EMPEROR ZOOR: Listen to me now you 'puny' survivors of Galaxy Rai; these defiant Woods flyers are gone; you must submit.

MR. SCOTT: Satan, we're the last hope against Zoor now.

SATAN: I feel simultaneously like a fool and a daredevil.

MR. SCOTT: Don't dwell on the darkness...think like a man!

SATAN: Alright.

Satan and Mr. Scott flew that last space-starfighter plane towards the dark and sinister edge-fleet of evil Zoor's empire and witnessed the marvel of the fleet aligned in perfect horizontal precision, as the two valiant 'members' of the enduring Centurion-race aimed their lasers, preparing to deliver just the right 'tone' of matrix-aimed row-and-column ricochet impact on the 'dog' fleet of Zoor!

MR. SCOTT: My good boy, you've done it!

SATAN: It was just like that arcade-training machine you placed in that Colorado town service-station, Mr. Scott.

MR. SCOTT: This was outstanding, dear boy!

Satan returned to Earth, to his Colorado town, a real space-hero, the last starfighter, who'd helped Mr. Scott and the surviving/enduring Centurions finally defeat and vanquish Zoor's fleet...and evil empire. Satan was wed to his cheerleader-sweetheart (Emily) and lived to recount his tale of valor while retiring discreetly as a smalltown hero of great local lore.

MR. SCOTT: We'll 'canonize' this last-starfighter (Satan) in a series of Centurion artworks depicting him as a 'ninja' of heroics.

SATAN: I doubt I'll ever forget such an adventure, Emily, my darling!
EMILY: We'll think on it as a 'stepping-stone' towards our great life of peace in Colorado, darling.

SATAN: Very done.

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)