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Johnson, wake up. There's a holotran for you. You were supposed to be up two hours ago.

Get lost, Queeg. Leave me alone. Tell 'em to call back later.

It is your boss at NovaTrade. Get up!

Johnson, are you there?

It's Sunday, no one works on Sunday.

You do not work any days, Johnson.

Johnson here.

Be at my office in an hour...

no, 30 minutes for keeping me waiting.

How about if I come in sometime tomorrow?

How about if you give up your company apartment

and company car and work for the sanitation department?

On second thought, 30 minutes sounds just fine.

That gives you 7.9 seconds to get ready, Sleeping Beauty.

This is the Avatar, one of our transport ships, carrying 10,000 tons of gold bullion.

It was being escorted through the Omicron system, when someone attacked it.

Gee, that's awful.

The escort ships were destroyed,

and the Avatar was captured, with the gold bullion.

We have no idea of its whereabouts.

Then where'd you get the holotrans?

The last escort ship was broadcasting seconds before it was destroyed.

That's too bad.

Of course, the bullion was insured.

Smart move.

But we get no insurance money until we submit an investigative report.

It has to look like we tried to find the gold.

So, we need someone to make a superficial search.

We decided you'd be perfect for the job.

But I'm just a clerk!

You have no assignments of consequence,

you're fairly inexpensive, and you're expendable.

Wha.. wha.. wha-

No arguments! You leave for Omicron tomorrow.

Boy, just one more night of R&R.

If I want some action, I'd better get it fast.

Watch it, bub.

- Sorry. - No problem.

I wonder if there's a good laser-disco around somewhere?

Expendable, huh?

Eh, well, what do they know?

Cobra?

Huh?

The images of Cobra are here.

Cobra? What's that?

Would you like to see a special holotran?

Maybe. How much is it?

It's free.

Free?

Well, in that case...

Hey, kid, are there any girls in this holotran?

Hey wait a minute, kid. This looks like a church, not a theater.

It's special, you'll see.

Hey, what's going on here? This is weird.

Members of the resistance,

we are here today to honor our leader, Cobra!

Uh, on second thought,

I think I'll try the disco.

Let the images begin.

Huh?

Behold, the only existing holotran of our leader!

Action-adventure, just my style!

Cobra, our leader!

Cobra..

Cobra.. Cobra.. Cobra..

Cobra, who protected us against the tyranny of the Dark Side clan.

Cobra, and his secret weapon..

Cobra.. Cobra..

Psychogun!

Three years ago this day, Cobra vanished, but we await his return.

He and Galaxia, his ally in justice.

We await you Cobra, to lead us from the darkness.

It's the secret police!

You are all under arrest!

Confiscate the holotran!

Catch them!

Don't let them get away!

Huh?

Quick! Run! You mustn't let them catch you!

Catch them! Don't let them get away!

We only saw a holotran, why are they chasing us?

What's the fuss? It's only a crummy holotran!

I don't get it! Why don't you wait till the reviews come out?

So long!

No fair! Take your helmet off, and let me try again.

Cobra, come back... Cobra, come back...

Cobra... Cobra...

I hope you're comfortable, Johnson,

and the company shuttlecraft suits your tastes?

It's all right, but the sleeping units are on the small side,

and the meal selection is really limited.

Johnson, this isn't a luxury cruise, do you hear me?

And another thing, I'm having trouble with the transmitter.

Johnson, I have information on the whereabouts of the Avatar.

Word from our informants is that the Avatar might have been sighted

around the Jacobi system.

Might? Good lead, Chief.

I'll check into it. Over and out.

Hmm, let's see.. the Jacobi system...

Hey-hey, look at this, Queeg!

Now what, Johnson?

The Bachinal Casinos are in the Jacobi system.

The Bachinal Casinos are seven light-years away from Jacobi.

Who cares? Women, music, pulsar machines!

Let's make this a real vacation.

We'll have some fun at the casinos, then look for the Aviator.

Avatar.

Yeah, right.

Cobra...

Cobra... Cobra... Cobra...

Queeg, have you ever heard of someone called Cobra?

Yes. Why?

I saw him in a bootleg holotran. Who is he?

Cobra was the leader of the movement against

the Dark Side clan before he disappeared.

Who's the Dark Side clan?

Don't you ever read?

The Dark Side clan is the largest organization of space pirates in the Fourth Galaxy.

They prey on all the major shipping routes and seem to be completely unstoppable.

Well, it seems to me that if he fought against the pirates,

he should be a hero to everyone,

not hunted by the Federation's secret police.

Some say the Federation conspires to protect the Dark Side.

Uh oh. The emergency pilot has come on.

We're entering a meteor belt.

Why do you not program our next course while I activate the deflectors?

Why don't you take care of that? I'm in need of some serious sleep.

Johnson, we're pulling into the Bachinal Casinos zone.

Uh, Queeg, I've been meaning to ask you...

can I borrow some money?

I cannot believe I turned down a post with the Astrophysics Guild for this.

Now what are we going to do?

Research, Queeg.

Gotta find about gold.. and what machines take it.

Yes, sir?

I'll have a quasar cooler. Uh... make it a double.

Cobra?

Huh?

You just ordered the same thing Cobra drank.

No matter where I go, I can't get away from Cobra.

It's that snoopy girl who was hanging around the storage sector.

A member of the resistance?

Of course.

Without Cobra, their members have been easy to detect.

Stupid girl. She isn't going to find Cobra at a Dark Side station.

Let's make use of our dancerdroid's special talents and dispose of her.

Not bad.

Are you from NovaTrade? Looking for the Avatar?

Huh?

I have something to show you.

Hey, wait a minute. How did you know who I was?

Do you work for NovaTrade? Are you checking up on me?

This was just a side trip. I'm leaving for Jacobi in two minutes.

Honest I am.

Be quiet. Follow me.

Hey, I'd follow you anywhere.

Up here. Quick!

Down there.

I don't believe it.

It's the Avatar.

This station is owned by the Dark Side,

as are most of the satellites in this quadrant.

Any ship that passes through here is fair game.

Dark Side is gaining control over the Fourth Galaxy.

Without a leader, the resistance is losing power.

Oh! Look out!

Holotrans? But they look just like the dancer at the bar.

There's only one way to stop this.

Pardon me. Thank you.

Sometimes you have to get right to the heart of the matter.

Oh!

Whew! Close call!

Hey!

You shot our best dancerdroid!

Stop that maniac!

Chase after him!

Sorry, pal. I got a date.

It's not polite to keep a lady waiting.

She's dead.

Who could have done it?

Who is this person?

An investigator from NovaTrade.

He's looking for the gold.

Is there someone to take care of him?

Long John wants the job.

Long John? Hmm, he'll do, I suppose.

We better get out of here, we've got problems.

I do not see how we manage to get in so much trouble.

Too easy. I'll be a good guy and give you a head start.

How about two or three hours?

How about two or three days?

On your mark...

Get set...

Go!

Prepare to die!

That's... impossible...

Only one man has the Psychogun...

Cobra!?

But it can't be.. what is this?

Somebody help me!

Queeg? Queeg?

Where are you? Get me out of this!

Help! Queeg? Queeg? Queeg? Queeg?

Cobra is alive?

Queeg!

Stop shouting. I am right here.

Queeg! I've got this big gun on my arm!

Poor Johnson. You have so much to learn and it is only just beginning.

But do not worry. I will help you get through it... as usual.

Queeg, let's get out of here.

Die, Cobra!

Why does everyone keep calling me Cobra!?

Hey, wait a minute! Cut that out!

Queeg, keep away from me or you'll be killed!

Stay here, I'll draw his fire.

At last we meet, face to face.

Hey pal, this is quite a joint.

Not bad. Early gold bullion, I think.

Who's your interior decorator?

But you know, this doesn't really look like the gold bullion I was looking for.

Nah, I think I'm looking for some other gold bullion.

Why don't I just tell NovaTrade I couldn't find it?

I mean, they don't really need it.

You've changed your face and voice completely, Cobra,

but you're still a powerful foe.

I must destroy you.

Hey!

Woah!

Whoop!

Queeg?

Oh, Queeg.

I told you...

stay away...

I'll give you Cobra.

You've put my hands out of commission.

And that won't be all!

You can't win, Cobra.

Neither can you, Hammervolt!

Huh?

What's going on?

Those pieces of Queeg... they're coming together.

I know you. You're Galaxia.

Cobra... I've returned.

Will you please tell me why everyone thinks I'm Cobra?

Simple. You are.

I've seen Cobra.

I don't look anything like him.

We had your voice and face altered,

your memory erased.

For what possible reason?

The risks were becoming too great.

We suspended time for you, in our way,

and I watched over you as Queeg.

So now where?

The graveyard of ships in the outer quadrant.

We hid your ship there until your return.

My own ship? But what do I need it for?

Though the resistance has suffered during your absence,

we have also gained.

The Dark Side clan has become too sure of itself.

This is what we had hoped for.

Now it is time for the resistance to regroup and begin the battle again.

We begin with you, Cobra.