known ages ago as Planet Earth, now faces its gravest hour. Lord Graal has just escaped from the prison satellite where his brother, ruler of the peaceful Galactic Democracy, had exiled him. Malevolent and power-hungry, Graal has plans of vengeance that might forever alter the destiny of mankind..
Metropolis star patrol flies into view, manned by a crew of two
Lord Graal's command ship flies overhead
Metro starpilot: Thats one of those ships that guard the prison satellite, whats it doing in our area?
Co-Pilot: Lets try to find out. Metropolis security orders you into free-float, and to stand by for boarding.
with a single bolt of energy from Graal's cruiser, the Metro-fighter is destroyed...
Interior@ Graal's ship
Lord Graal: Those pilots were sheep, not soldiers..my brother has made his army bloated with peace
Nurek soldier: Astro-fighter ready for launching, Sire
Graal: How far are we from Metropolis?
Nurek soldier: We are approaching gravity. 36 second vector
Graal: Dont disappoint me, Craven
Craven: I'll see to it all, Sire
Graal: And make sure there are no survivors..especially that Barbara Gibson
Craven: Understood, Your Lordship
Nurek astro-fighter launches, sinister black-clad strike team commanded by Craven on-board. The ship descends towards Metropolis
Metropolis...The Groven Institute
Barbara Gibson (to technician ): Check the readings.
Institute Vid-cam: Barbara Gibson..a telecom for you
Tom-Tom appears on screen...a young but wise-beyond-his-years boy of oriental origin. He is in Barbara's care, one of her most gifted pupils
Barbara: Hey Tom Tom, is anything wrong?
Tom-Tom: Come home Barbara, now...you must leave the institute at once
Barbara: But why...whats the matter?
Tom-Tom speaks Tibetan, rather mysteriously
Barbara rises, as if in a trance. To female technician: Please take over for me
Technician: Sure
She leaves the Groven Institute Building
Exterior: Security command post, manned by two metro-city guards
Guard: One more hour of this and then we're off, thank God
Barbara passes in land-speeder
Guard: Got a hot date, Barbara?
No reply...Barbara is distant, still trancelike
Guard: Looks like shes been hitting the alpha-wave pills
Barbara: TBA3421 requesting authorisation to exit
Guard: Go ahead Miss Gibson
Speeder moves on
