On the coast of what used to be Southern California, a lone Lizard Man is the first to see it.

  The ship moves through the evening sky, low and silent.

  There is no discernible engine that an observer could make out, if they even understood what an engine was.

  From down below, it appears to be a large black oval disk gliding through the sky. Regardless of its shape, it moves with purpose.

  "This is no bird or even Dowath, too big," the Lizard Man thinks, "It is from beyond, from the makers of this world." The thought grips him as he runs to hide, fearing that even the knowledge or sight of such a thing from the creators could bring his demise.

  The craft continues its flight over the massive, endless ruins of what, hundreds of years ago, used to be the city called Los Angeles.

  All those inside the craft can remember when this city was vibrant, full of life. Instead of now, as they would call it, a playground for monsters and "human waste".

  Few who glance up could imagine what this object, cold, alien, was. No one on the ground could see the lettering on the side. Small, in pink letters against the black of the ship's hull, "Geeryo". The script was followed by a pink rose. A touch of beauty to something intent on bringing death and destruction.

  The ship lands close to an old, hidden Geeryo communication location. Perhaps anticipating what was inside the ship, a group of Sky Reapers approach, circling the landed craft with hunger in their eyes.

  Without warning, a piercing sound is emitted. The Sky Reapers writhe in agony and then fall from the sky. Those still alive hold onto their ears, trying in vain to make the pain stop as blood pours from their ears, until they move no more.

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  Suddenly, the Transport opens. The first thing to emerge is a metallic sphere hovering out the ship.

  Then, Four Ponu emerge: Three women and a man, all looking eager to serve.

  Following them are a dozen or so people dressed in white contamination suits and armed. The "White Guards".

  Once all are outside, the metallic sphere emits a hologram. The Ponu and White Guards all fall down on their knees in submission. The image of a man and a woman appears. He, in a black business suit, with a pink tie and glasses, she in a black business dress with pink trim and glasses.

  They address the leader of the Ponu contingent of their team, a woman with wavy blonde hair and a serious or even mean expression. "One," they begin to address her.

  She does not appear bothered by this, as she knows to them, she is only a numbered asset, nothing more.

  "You understand your mission. Capture him, only kill him if you must. We want him brought back to Geeryo island". The blonde woman answers, "Yes, if it is Geeryo's will, it will be our purpose."

  "Remember", they say, "time is of the essence. The clock, our clock, is ticking". The hologram man and woman smile and dissipate.

  Behind her, "Two", a woman with black hair in a ponytail and black glasses, smiles, thinking of the fun and destruction they can have on this mission.

  "Two" gestures at a couple of the White Guards in their containment suits to follow her into the facility as she begins restoring it to their needs to serve as a temporary base of operations.

  "Three", a woman of a large, muscular physique looks on, hoping she will have a chance to fight someone, to kill someone soon. She looks at her weapon, an energy whip. It glows pink with a crackling sound that makes her smile.

  "Four", a male Ponu, one of the rare unaffected by "the sickness," looks on with a sadistic smile. He still remembers the many Ponu and Geeryo colonists that were killed by Kallian; the thought of having Kallian as a prisoner delights him to no end.