(Disclaimer: A warning to those who continue.  This is a sequel to a previous story.  Both of these were written in the mid-1990’s.  While the first one was slightly edited and vanity press published, this one has not been touched in over 20 years.  I figure I should do something with it and people may get a laugh or fright from how I used to be.  Every author comes from somewhere, so this is part of my origin.  To that end, I am deeply sorry for whatever nightmares I will inflict on the literary world and the American English language.  Enjoy?)

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Outside the Museum of Natural History, Cybro sizes up his hideous troops.  All twenty of these aliens are permanently brainwashed members of the Clan of Fire.  The Palidors are leather-winged humans with either red or yellow eyes.  They talk in an unintelligible, high-pitched screech while waving serrated swords.  Maviks are the enormous, black lizards, whose horns and spiked backs make them visually intimidating.  Beast men, or Grunts, make up the last of the villains’ powerful backup.  They are short, cat-like brutes who have razor-like fangs and claws for ripping through flesh.

“This is one idiotic group,” mutters Cybro as the aliens do a sloppy attempt to form ranks.  Several of them trip over their friends and some of the Maviks have decided to eat some bushes.

“Perfect for you.  Now, remember the plan.  You take out all of the planet guardians, except for Fate.  I want to deal with him personally along with Adriana.  I don’t want any screw ups,” whispers Draveon.

“I will try to keep Fate alive.  No promises.  But, like before, I do not think we should try to kill Adriana.  We will have the others to deal with if they decide that they wanted Adriana alive and in charge, which has been the case for years.  And Kilanus will not be happy with us.  No one has ever seen her lose control and go berserk.  I would not like to be the first to witness that event.  Another problem is the trap our leader has laid for you.”

“Is the poor robot getting scared?  Forget about what Tegam told me.  It’s probably another twisted prank of that idiot.  I wouldn’t be surprised if the slut put him up to it.  Besides, it wouldn’t matter if she knew about my plan or not.  Adriana does not have neither the physical abilities or birthright powers necessary to defeat me.”

“Are you finished with your ego trip?  We have another plan to use before yours is started.  So go hide with Adriana in that building across the street and let me do my part.  Be quiet and stay out of sight.  And try to stay downwind because Hydrana has the ring.  If she notices you, neither of our plans will be of any use to us,” orders Cybro as he rewires the metal clamp on his arm.

“I know the warnings.  Have fun, metalhead.  But remember our real plan.  I want the Mars guardian kept alive.”  Draveon walks away from the small army while Cybro begins to yell at a Grunt that’s sleeping and drooling.