The stars twinkled in the depths of the cosmos. Crawling out into the inky blackness of this eternal night came the unmistakable form of the Spidership, notorious mobile base of a Prince of Edenoi, the exiled Count Dregon.

Within the ship’s control room, a frown suddenly made its way across Doubleface’s features; he stared hard at the radar as a small blip began to materialise on the screen, intensifying as it came tumbling toward them.

“What the devil is that?” the lofty alien mused, getting to his feet and flicking about across the control panels, trying to get a reading on whatever it was that was out there and was about to collide with their ship.

The shadows behind Doubleface shifted as Count Dregon himself emerged from the darkness, “You’ve found something?” he hissed.

Though taller than the Edenite, Doubleface still shuddered in his presence and replied as swiftly as he could, “Yes, Count… it seems some alien object is hurtling toward us.”

Dregon rounded to Doubleface’s left and looked at the radar, “Indeed…” he mused, watching the small, red dot sail toward the big green blip that represented his craft; he turned his eyes on Doubleface, “What is it?”

Doubleface swallowed; “The sensors have not yet identified the -”

A bleep interrupted him; both he and the Count turned to another screen and watched a list of readings file down it.

“Ah,” Doubleface sighed, straightening his collar, “The readings are now in.”

Dregon looked at Doubleface plainly, “You don’t say…?”

Doubleface escaped Dregon’s gaze by trotting over to the screen and taking a look at the scanner’s results; “Ah… it’s Zithium…”

“Zithium?” Dregon asked, “Is it one of them prisoner cylinders?”

Doubleface’s fingers danced across the keyboard as he pried further into the matter; “Yes! And it holds a captive, too…”

“Identify the prisoner…” Dregon ordered sharply, “If it’s a mere criminal, we may as well blast the thing … at least it’ll put them out of their misery.”

Doubleface waited as the console did its work. After a moment, with Dregon‘s foot tapping impatiently in the background, he announced, “A DNA match is confirmed!” He then waited a little longer for the results to file down on the monitor before him; the system continued to check the prisoner’s scanned DNA, comparing its unique make-up with the vast databanks of genetic coding and identities that were stored in the system’s magnificent memory.

Doubleface hesitated as the name flickered up; “Rita Repulsa…?” he quietly said. He turned back to Dregon’s merciless golden visage warily.

The Edenite was equally amazed – hadn’t the sorceress escaped her confinement in a dumpster? He frowned beneath his mask, then said, “Bring her in…”