Cosair slept soundly on the roadside. So soundly, in fact, he almost didn't hear the large mouse and cart in time to jump onto the other side of the road. Rubbing his eyes, he extracted his foot from the thorns and stood up, to the surprise of the cart's occupant. "Wha? Who are you, and where did you come from?"



"My name is Cosair, and I came from Industrius, originally."



"From Industrius? I see no spaceship, no escape pod, no nothing! How did you get here?"



"I warped to Diamondus, but the warp back took me here, then vanished." He wasn't sure why he was telling the old man driving the cart all this, except that he seemed simple and harmless.







Jazz fell foward, as he was jolted from behind. After recovering his footing, he took a look at who had knocked him down. Lori and Spaz were already staring. After a moment of staring, Jazz spoke. "...Kon-tar?"



Kon-tar, unknowing of GenEX's scroll, put on a smile. "Why Jazz, Spaz, and Lori! Fancy meeting you here! Do you know what happened to the space port?"



As one, Jazz, Spaz and Lori lunged at him. Jazz and Lori smashed into each other, and fell to the ground, but Spaz sucessfully landed on top of the surprised Kon-tar. Kon-tar laughed, however. "You really think you can harm me? I am evil himself, and you do not have the pure heart necessary to defeat me, Spaz!" Kon-tar, instantly realising what he had just said, clamped his hand over his mouth. It didn't matter of course, as they already had the scroll, which had told them all Kon-tar had just said.



The confimation, however, was enough to enduce Jazz into yanking Spaz off of "evil himself".







Tornrob, high prince of the Exhemians, brother to high chancellor Podrac, uncle of the young king of Barzam, son of queen Gullibl and king Brokn, posessor of the Harelactic gem, and surveyor of all he surveyed surveyed the latest scientific marvel from the Exhemian scientists, a trouble sensing device. It had gone Blood Red. Tornrob consulted the user friendly manual for the thing, and looked under "Blood Red". The words were not at all pleasing;



When the Crokpawt™ turns Blood Red, trouble has come upon the entire universe. Evil himself's plans have almost reached their top point, and the LEGEND THAT HAS BEEN UNSOLVED FOR AEONS is coming up. Whosoever sees the Crokpawt™ Blood Red, should alert the Exhemian guard and all other military divisions as soon as possible, to find the Hero from the Legend.







"Fascinating," said the old man, extending his hand. "you sound like you've had many hardships. Would you like to rest a while in my cart? I'm heading towards Carrotus Castle, and they may be able to help you there anyway."



Cosair gladly accepted, and climbed into the back seat. After a small while, he couldn't resist asking "Are we there yet?"



"There are still several miles to go before we reach my destination, young one."



"Your destination? You mean Carrotus Castle?"



"No, I have changed my mind. I am not going towards Carrotus Castle...."



"What? Then where are you taking me?" Cosair started to get up, but found that he had somehow been shackled to the cart without his noticing it. He must have fallen asleep.



"I'm taking you to a certain Space/Time warp. It leads to Bad Pitt." said the old man, only he wasn't an old man any longer. His appearance had shifted, into Devan Shell.