2 hours later, Commanders Mbo, Jack, and Horsecollar were hurtling through hyperspace, toward a planet 15 parsecs away. Mbo distractedly fingered the locket concealed under his jacket. The locket with HER picture in it. One day my love, he thought, one day.

"We're entering the planetary system now" reported Horsecollar. The thoughts on Mbo's mind diffused as his brow tool up it's normal furrow as him mind set on the task at hand.

"Alright, Horace, bring 'er in low. Let's see what this Mousquis fighter can do!" The Mousquis fighter was long and sleek, with quad spread quantum torpedo launchers and auxiliary photonic disruptors--all in all one deadly a piece of weapontry as ever could have been conceived by minds of ingenuity.

As they dove low, through the planet's misty atmosphere towards their target, Monterry let out a large burst of alien profanity! "Blast bally buggahs!" He raved "We can't go on a strafing run...they are too close in concentration. We risk losing our guys!"

"Corboeuf!" rejoined Mbo. "Well, we'll just have to take the mission into our own plans. Set her down, Horace, we're going in."

They left the fighter craft concealed under a grove of alien vegetation, and the three set out through the dense forest, in the quite pleasant twilight towards the coordinates being relayed to the Mk.IX. What a shame, Mbo thought. This place would be the perfect place to raise a family....mbo shook his head and centered his mind once again on the coordinates. Hbo led the party, with his Hirogen antimatter cannon at the ready, set on "Stir Fry", with Monterrey behind him and Horace taking up the rear. They had a 10 mile hike in front of them. Any closer, and the ship would have draw to much attention upon landing. So they made they way.

It was well into the night as they neared their final destination. The night air was cool around them, as millions of stars shone dazzlingly...so near to touch almost, yet so distant, and as bright and ebullient as HER eyes...

"Look" whispered Horace. "There appears to be a glow over there."

"I see it. It matches the coordinates. That's where they are." said Commander Mbo. They crept closer to the glow, which appeared to be emanating from under a grove of willow-like trees. They took great pains to be as quiet as possible, even more quiet than the nature of their jobs had taught them.

A few moments later, three heads gazed into the clearing. There was a man bound with ropes, a tall man.

"That's him!" Whispered Monterrey. "Looks like we got here in time despite the setback."

"Aye," said Mbo, "but his captors are well, armed...we must set the moustrap now. Monterrey, Horace, take up your positions...let's move."

Dopey was dozing with his back against a large tree, dreaming of the great skills of sexual prowess he had elicited when, after getting a kiss on the head by Snow White, how he had ran to then end of the line so he could receive another. Ahh, Dopey, Snow couldn't resist your miniscule machismo....when THUD a livid green bolt of antimatter struck Dopey as Monterrey watched each atom of his being disintegrate. "That's one," he smirked. he wondered how Commanders Horsecollar and Mbo were faring on their ends...

--Mbo