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SPACE ADVENTURE COBRA

Pull off to the side!

Eh, the patrol is after me?

Do it now!

Why?

I'm just a civilian.

If you ignore my warnings...

The Galactic Patrol will fine you 7 million Beetles!

Are you crazy?

Wait!

You're sweet, Cobra.

Who are you?

You haven't changed.

Did you forget about me?

Too bad...

Dominique!

IN HELL! RUG-BALL!

If the Galactic Patrol is after me...

I'm not here to capture you.

I don't remember any dates between us.

Actually, I have a mission for you.

Cobra.

I want you to become a rug-ball player.

The red and white - 2 points!

Even you must know about the powerful combat game...

which combines American football and baseball.

Its rules are similar to baseball.

Though you carry the ball,

also tricks are allowed...

contacts, blocks and even hits

The sport is fatally violent.

This makes it the most popular game around.

Red, white, red: Perfect!

5 points!

And, as a reward, if you succeed you'll have a clean record.

To that kind of job, I say no thanks

It's not my type

I was expecting that.

And what do you say about this...

A 2 million credit bonus!

The Galactic Patrol is going to spend all its money?

This must be very important.

Yes, we may be able to cut off the Guild's main source of income.

So do you accept it Cobra?

Time to go out and play with the guys.

Besides, it's a beauty's request.

Lady.

Nothing is worse than eating healthy...

This is the Rand stadium on the planet Ralu.

There are over 10,000 players on their team, the Red Saxons.

This is normal, due to the number of casualties per game.

This team is a link to the Guild's drug traffic...

we aren't sure how, though.

We'll get you onto the team and have you find how they are trafficking.

But there is a problem...

As you can see, the planet Ralu is out of our jurisdiction.

The Rand stadium is a State-City based solely on rug-ball.

Once you're in, you are on your own.

You can only leave after a year passes.

It is said that they kill their runaways

Stop!

You're scaring me there!

So how do I get the info to you?

That's why we chose you.

You'll have to be on your own.

Lady!

I need to relieve some stress.

Turn the ship around.

Roger!

Direction: Ralu, at full speed!

Hyper speed zone exited.

We're entering Ralu's orbit.

Lieutenant Dominique Royal from the Galactic Patrol.

I'm escorting Joe Gillian, the candidate.

I'm Joe Gillian!

Nice name, yeah?

How are you?

Player number: N 303.

Check done.

Dominique Royal, you may leave.

Let the player in.

I'll be your guide.

Cobra...

You'll see...

I'll finish as the best player of the season!

Player N 303

Body search is done.

Security is strict.

Don't think about running.

Nobody's ever made it.

We kill everyone who runs away.

Looks like a special penitentiary.

The Red Saxons' quarters!

The Champions' headquarters.

With alcohol and women!

That looks great.

Hey! Rookie!

Where are you going?

Well...

That there is for division 1!

The rookies are in division 2.

Division 2?

Well, seeing the luxury of the first...

I think it's more dark here.

Go without disturbing my training.

But I can't get through then.

Well, go around or under the ball.

Captain, please stop this.

I just wanted to make salutations.

And now, I can move on.

What?

That bastard!

Shit!

Player Ron!

Ron!

It's the rookie, Joe Gillian!

He'll live with you.

Take care of him.

But really, what a suffocating room!

What a dirty corner!

I can't even breathe.

Hey!

You make too much ruckus!

Joe, is it?

Didn't you forget something?

I don't know...

Salutations!

SALUTATIONS!

Oh yeah!

Hi!

What?

You must say: "nice to meet you sir!"

I'll say that next time.

Hey!

Where are you from?

The Galactic Patrol.

What a joke!

It's really funny!

What!?

A player named Pat was here before you

Pat Parson from the Patrol slept in that very bed.

Pat? I know him

So what?

You don't know what happened with Pat?

Bravo to the Patrol's information circulation.

He broke his neck during training and died.

The Galactic Patrol's people are losers.

They are good at guns...

But horrible when it's comes to rug-ball!

Well, take care of yourself...

You seem to have guts, at least.

They play well.

So, let's go work out my shoulder a bit.

Nice presentation in the hall.

Did you like that?

It was not bad...

But, it stopped my training.

I'm a bit frustrated.

That's unhealthy.

How about to play with me?

Sure!

I want to get used to the Saxons' atmosphere.

This is becoming interesting!

I bet 50 on the captain.

40 on the Captain.

60 on the Captain.

Me, 80 on the Captain.

70 on the Captain.

Bunch of morons!

If no one against that's no bet!

Listen!

I'll guard first base...

Try to get through

Easy.

Listen up, don't interfere!

Boy!

Do you still think it will be easy?

Well...

I even don't need this!

What a fool, he threw away his helmet.

Don't complain then if you die.

Good job, Captain!

You got that insolent brat!

Are you ok?

You're not dead, are you?

Poor show-off!

Pack up and go back to mom!

You can still make the last train!

That's perfect for digestion!

Bastard!

He's completely fine...

It seems behind you...

There are problems on the bench!

What?

That wasn't too bad of training.

Thanks!

Captain!

Son of a bitch.

He got our Captain...

Good, I got him!

Ouch!

Look, my arm's red!

You are... mo... monster!

Did Pat Parson get his neck broken in here?

No.

I swear, I didn't do it.

Then who did?

Well, it was a player

amazingly gifted...

Amazingly gifted like now?

That's not it

Then what?

We are all rivals here.

We are all ready to kill anyone to get into division 1.

Forgive me!

I won't do that to you anymore.

I'm sorry.

Come on!

Let's drink!

But what's in your arm?

Thanks to a different kind of training.

That's pure steel muscle!

Ah, I'm hungry!

Food is nearly the only pleasure in division 2

What the fuck...!

Oops, I lost my balance!

My leg...

What?

Your leg was sticking out...

Hope this dirty trick doesn't happen again.

Bastard!

Moron!

You're too trouble and noise for a newbie!

It was my breakfast!

Sorry, sorry!

Shut up!

No need to pressure me.

Come on!

Get him!

Everyone!

Attention!

Your breakfast is now over!

Great...!

How to investigate the traffic?

Joe!

Man, you're lucky bastard!

The president, Mr. Rand, asked for you!

Will he give me some free movie tickets?

Be serious!

If you please the president you could get into division 1!

Division 1...

They must have seen you skills during the brawl in the refactory.

The smell of drugs catch my nose.

I've brought the rookie.

Joe Gillian.

Your order is done, boss.

Ok.

Come in!

Joe Gillian.

From the Patrol's sport section.

You've seemed to have started an uproar.

Just a little, you know!

You're 195cm and 88Kg

You have a nice shape

I'm conscious of my hips and chest.

You have guts, too.

Harrison, should we welcome him?

Are you sure, Sir?

I want to see him in action.

But don't overdo it!

Don't forget, he's just a rookie.

I know.

Do people talk about you in the patrol?

Not really.

Here things are different from the Patrol even different from division 2.

This is the first step toward top.

Lift my cigar.

That's enough!

He's been injured before being useful.

We are just losing money on his contract.

Don't worry about that.

Not a bad welcome reception here!

Mr. President...

his medical bills will cost you really a lot!

Poor boy!

He'll be out for a bit.

This is a treasure.

You just K. Oed the 2nd baseman on the team!

You are in division 1 as of today.

You've really won games with this piece of shit on second base?

So, how do you like that player?

He is indeed very powerful!

It's normal that he would please you.

Blood, you better watch your back.

What does that mean?

I might give him the first base position.

...which means, your position.

So, you'll have to fight for it!

This should be a nice show

I can't wait!

I won't let you down, boss.

Hey, what's happening?

What?

That's not bad...

I'm on my own now!

A transmitter?

So... it was remotely controlled.

The galaxy's Number 1 team is indeed cool!

The cheerleaders are so sexy.

Get out of here!

Come on baby.

Don't be so cold.

Today, you'll come with me!

Never! Get off!

Miranda!

No!

Don't touch me!

Let me go, I'm telling you!

Hey tall guy.

Leave her alone.

Besides you two don't look compatible.

It's like the beauty and the beast.

What?

I've never seen you before.

You must be lost.

This is a special zone.

So what?

It's for division 1 only!

Go home fast, before you get hurt!

Actually I'm in division 1.

I've just arrived.

What?

So you are Joe...

The guy who sent Harrison to the hospital?

I overdid with that baby at our first meeting.

You rookie, how dare you!

I'm going to break both your arms, it's for Harrison!

So, he went to the hospital...?

Punk!

Looks like, you be in a bed soon, as well!

Shut up!

I'll kill you, bastard!

Stop, Gelt!

Mr. Blood!

This man is the boss' favorite.

If you touch him, you'll be in trouble...

That's Dan Blood.

He is the Captain and first base of the team.

I know...

Last year's best blocker, the notorious Dan Blood!

Mr. Blood killed 13 players last season...

and sent many more to the hospital.

For example, I killed only seven!

I'm warning you, Joe Gillian.

Try not to get on the other players' nerves.

I can only restrain them outside of the stadium.

But inside...

During the games... killing is no crime.

Let's go, Gelt!