Interior of starship. Kip the Robodog is happily playing and electro-barking. At the controls of the ship is GOLOB. Tall, beardy, and obviously the coolest cookie in the cosmos.
Golob: Metropolis Security, acknowledge...Delta 240 request acknowledgement...it looks pretty bad doesnt it Kip? we're off course and our auto-naviagation computer systems are out..and they cant hear a word I'm saying..
Voice over comlink: red alert, red alert..(background chatter)
Golob: I wonder what in the Saturnations going on in Metropolis. Metropolis Security, acknowledge..metro can you hear me? Metropolis securtiy acknowledge...METRO !!
Radio breaks down
Golob: They've got their problems...but I've got mine. I've asked them three times to replace that thing!
Kip attempts to coax his master to play Robodog games
Golob: Are your circuits clogged or something? This is no time for games...who programmed you anyway?? if you wanna play games, go outside and play...oh its allright kip..dont worry boy..we'll get out of this somehow. You know, the worst thing that could happen to us is we'll spend 2000 years in suspended animation. well....still beats a desk job !
Nurek Star-cruiser hovers into view
Golob ( curious ) : Why...that looks like one of our old command ships, Kip..I think I'll follow it
Interior, Nurek Star-cruiser
Pilot: Sire...that old X37 is sending a distress signal
Graal ( ruthlessly ): Ignore it
Nurek ships departs
Interior Golobs ship
Golob: Hes not answering us..where in the cosmos did that space jockey get his license?
Cut to Metropolis..interior, Barbara Gibsons home. Our heroine is conferring with Nick.
Nick: Which is why everything would seem to point to Dr Kraspin ...dont you agree?
Barbara ( downcast ) : I cant believe it...all my friends at the Groven Institute
Nick: You can thank your lucky stars you left the institute when you did. Did anyone warn you?
Barbara: Tom-Tom
Tom-Tom is outside, speaking Tibetan to two mega-cool lookin exotic sci-fi types
Nick: Is that Tom-Tom?
Barbara: Yes , he's my pupil
Nick: Who is he, anyway...and who are they?
Barbara: I don't know...what strange garments they are wearing..I really have no idea why they are
Nick ( as Tom-Tom enters the room ): Lets ask him..who were those two kid?
Tom-Tom: Foreigners.
Nick ( smiling ): That much I can see...what did they want?
Tom-Tom: Nothing
Barbara: They were talking to you, Tom-Tom.
Tom-Tom: Yes they were..but they didn't want anything.
Barbara: Tom-Tom...what made me leave the institute today?
Tom-Tom: A premonition Barbara..some people might call it a hunch.
Nick: Maybe so kid...but I'd say she was damned lucky. In any case, we'd better get down to business..now I want you to tell me everything about the Kappatron and Dr Kraspin...
