The long truce, in which the Vapor Zone had been thrown due to the absence of conquerable territories, was putting Nemesis in a particular bad mood. Grown up between constant battles, believing the war was the only life style existent even in a family (his father, an important General, killed his mother in one of the various arguments under his eyes and he showed to his father he learned well the lesson, killing him in order to take his place) couldn't manage to live with that apparent peace and tranquillity. His blood was boiling in the inactivity and he was used to give vent at his anger over his underlings. He was a fighter. He didn't know what else do with himself if he didn't fight, if he didn't long to reach a new conquer. Like a drugged man, in search of a new dose that can give to him a temporally relief, Nemesis was searching for a new battle. He was longing to it with all himself but the territory around him now was completly desert. That's why he greeted with happiness the day in which one of his soldiers reported the spin of a new conquerable galaxy. Battle. During the preparative for the new battle, the mood of the Outriders' leader became noticeably better and his attitude could nearly be called pleasurable. Nemesis, who at that time was more interested in battle than in the other sex and the relations with it, even considered the hypothesis to find a mate for enjoying with her the pleasure of this new victory. Loneliness, to which he was used by long, maybe too long time, was starting to become hard to stand, as well as the jealousy for who could have relations not only 'formals' with the others. One of his Commanders, one of the best ones, would be sacrificed, would die bravely in battle, for allowing him to do the work to take care of his unlucky, young, beautiful fiancée. Even if bothered by the idea the girl could have been owned by someone else before than himself, Nemesis was too used to steal to the others what he wanted for himself to think all this a real problem. And he was used also to get rid often of what didn't satisfied him, and this explained his absence of worries in case his future wife (or lover, he didn't choose about it yet) wasn't able to face his expectatives.
In the meantime he vexed his people in the preparatives of a new attack that would completely throw away another inferior race and underline again the superiority of the Outrider people and, obviously, his own. After all, his armies, technically and numerically superior to the one of any other race were representing for him the security of an easy victory over weak, unprepared, less advantaged and less numerous people than his own. Nemesis laughed amused at the thought of another miserable race squashed. His actions of conquest were starting to reach a record level and soon, the terrible leader of the Outriders was planning to place a second list of victories he obtained near to the already very long first one. His miserable father should consumed himself with the pride and the jealousy in his grave for what his son was becoming....

The human people were looking like they were enjoying their new kingdom. Not caring of the weakness its lacking of unity was causing, the people looked like they were enjoying that egoistical isolation in which the various planets were closing themselves. To try to stop that progressive lack of contacts the Cavalry Command sent an ambassador to the kingdom of Jar, with the duty to persuade its king to keep a less close politic. To persuade someone as obstinate and proud as king Jarred about something was the practically desperate task that was given to a young Japanese officer, who was more famous for his ability as spaceship pilot and for his care toward New Frontier than for his diplomatic capacities. The young officer too knew this, thanks to his contact with one Earth officer of another military army, more used to the research of information than to the fight for the well being of New Frontier. The officer also blamed him for his attitude toward his family.
"I want my son to grow in the peace, in a better world." "And that's why you see him only once during the year. Where will be your better word if the quality of the family life in which you want to insert it is so low?" "Not all think only to themselves like you do." "I think at my family. For me it's the most important thing, much more important than New Frontier. My son will have a father differently from yours. I will leave the army for giving him the best he could have. And, one day, he will take my place in the word and he will be the best of them all." "Your pride will ruin you Jesse. You have to many enemies." "It's my work to have enemies. But anyway it will end soon. New Frontier is weak; the planets are divided among themselves, unprepared to face unexpected difficulties. Try to do a good job with the king. My sixth sense tells me if you will not succede the damage will be bigger than you can figure." "What do you know exactly?" "For now only rumours. Good luck."
The young pilot thought a lot over his friend's words, concentrating himself more over the one that suggested a possible treat for New Frontier than on the critics about his way to be a father. As many men he was persuaded he would always have time to recover the moments lost with his son and that a child now so young didn't really need him. Even if he wasn't a diplomatic the man didn't do a bad job. He had nearly completely persuaded the king, thanks the suggestion of possible extern treats. The queen, a gentle woman and an affectionate mother for the young prince, showed a particular interest in keeping a unity between the planets and helped to persuade the king. The agreements would have been signed soon. A young officer from the Command would have taken care of them, another figure who was going to affirm always a little more his importance more than as soldier for his work as scientist and as a man who works for the unity of New Frontier. Eagle, this was his name, was having a fast career and soon, for the public opinion, he would reach the grade of colonel. The man was preparing the last documents that he would give to the king, unknowing that the radar of planet Jar had started to give a weak sound of alarm while small shining points were starting to appear on its area, always more numerous, always faster, always bigger, always more mysterious and threatening.

Nemesis cheered satisfied with his officers. His fast attack was giving the results he hoped. Always bigger zones of the planet were vanishing under the heavy attacks of his armies while the weak defence forces were being destroyed like annoying bugs by his powerful army. From the window of his spaceship Nemesis was enjoying the show of the explosions that were covering the planet and the space like he would have done with a show of fireworks. Beautiful. He adored those explosions. His officers were sharing his joy savouring the temporally peace Nemesis' good mood carried for that unavoidable victory. Their Supreme Commander had been quite unsupportable in the days before the attack. Now he looked like a child with a new toy. And this victory would be only a start. Behind this planet there was another territory, New Frontier was called by its local inhabitants, which was only waiting him for being destroyed. And after all who was he for deluding their expectative? The miserable king of that infamous planet tried to contact them. Nemesis enjoyed the chance to laugh of a man so proud in his miserable existence, to not understand that he should be pleading pity more than asking for explanation or dealing about the peace. Soon he would learn. Pity that he could not use the lesson in the future times considering his oncoming dead. He struggled for a moment between the idea to teach him the joys of a life as his personal jester and the idea to use his castle as target practice. The second idea won. After all his jesters never last more than two weeks. And they were never as amusing as a good show of target-firing. But the battle was getting weak. The weak forces of that small planet were starting to have no more energy. His army showed its superiority again. The weaklings were about to be completely destroyed. After all, only the stronger deserved to live. His work was useful for the whole space. He was depriving it of weak races, unworthy to live. But the slowing down of the battle took to him a feeling of boredom. Another fast, easy victory. His fun was already ended. No one could compete with him. In his own way Nemesis was missing the absence of a good enemy. Maybe he would be luckier with the other planets. Maybe they would have given him more fun. One of his soldiers informed him the miserable habitants of that now miserable ex-planet were trying to leave it. Cowards! They even didn't know to die with dignity! With a now marked bored look on his face he ordered to his underlings to destroy every single spaceship that tried to get away. Who would allow one to escape would have signed his own dead sentence. He tasted again the liquor inside his glass feeling all of sudden, that it loosed its taste. Weak, coward creatures! They deserved to be destroyed. Completely unnoticed to his bad mood, a small spaceship, after leaving the dieing planet, was coming near to his spaceship decidedly, not with the intention to escape but with the intention to attack, a small bug that this time seemed to have a sting and to be willing to use it...

Terror and desperation were everywhere. The forces of the Jar kingdom weren't even comparable by far to the ones of its terrible enemy. Nemesis' cruel words were still echoing in the king's hears with his cruel laugh. Actually the king was grateful he only talked with that monster but didn't see him. To talk with him had been horrible and humiliating enough. His second action had been to ask for help to the Cavalry Command. But that action wasn't designated to be as useful as it was hoped. Not all the Command members were wishing to run to help a planet that wasn't yet allied with them and the ones who were about to go knew they would never arrive in time. Their travels in the space were still slow, their army, even if they were the best one, were still inferior for organization, for number and for power to the ones of those new enemies. And Eagle, the officer who was charged to go to help, knew this very well. And the officer, who had been the ambassador between Jar kingdom and the Command, knew this well too. The situation was becoming desperate. The queen was dead under a collapsed zone of the palace. The prince was still alive for a miracle. The deaths always more numerous, the army always more inconsistent. Soon over that planet would not remain even a wall to hide behind it. King Jarred gave, unwilling, the order to leave the planet. But there was someone who couldn't do it. He was a soldier. He would die as a soldier. And he was responsible, as representing of the Command, of the salvation, if not of the planet, at least of its habitants. He would give them the time for escaping. His ability was competing with the aliens' one and was making up for the inferior resources of his spaceship; the surprise of his apparition was distracting the enemy forces and taking them unprepared. He attracted the attention of the one he knew to be the main one too. Nemesis' main spaceship. He attracted the attention long enough to remove it completely from the escaping people. For a while he managed to stay under that unstopping fire. Then, the communication of king Jarred arrived to him. They were in safe. He could back up. In safe. Against enemies who, in a second, could travel for enormous distances. In safe. Against forces so strong. They would never be in safe. And immediately he understood which one would be his last mission for New Frontier. For his family. And he understood the words his friend told him also. He was ready to sacrifice his family for New Frontier. It doesn't matter his family too would have gained from his action. His son would never again have a father. He would never recover the time lost. With the determinate decision to do his duty he came always nearer to the main spaceship. Challenging the constant fire and the apparently impenetrable defences he was reducing always a little more the distance that was dividing him from it. He knew he hadn't arms powerful enough to damage it. He knew this. But he knew what he could do to compensate to this problem too. The distance reduced itself more, always a little more till when he was able to see some figures behind that yellow glass, till when the collision was unavoidable, till when... an enormous explosion was the only thing that filled the sky of the space for some moments.

The new that a miserable, small spaceship was actually bothering his troops carried a hint of interest in Nemesis' mind. An enemy. Interesting. He would get rid of it quickly. Unluckily. But it would have been a pleasurable entertainment. For now. He observed the zigzag of the alien spaceship between his own. Its arms were pitiful. Those miserable lasers would never do a big damage to his fleet. Maybe they could lightly damage some small one person spaceships. Poor pitiful creature. Maybe, the man thought, this one deserved to be let alive. He could be useful in his army. After all, his people never refused to let alive someone who showed himself useful and able. Many times before, alien beings joined his race. Obviously that chance was offered to them only if they could be of some use for them. That small pilot could be. His people were starting to show a decreasing in their own ability and a stupidity that was starting to bother him. He wanted him. Alive. And if he wasn't smart enough to surrender to his superior army he would be an acceptable loose. With expert eye he observed the movements of the small spaceship. Able. Very. Not at his level but... able. Observing him was making him feel a vague sense of emotion. If he hadn't been the Supreme Commander without doubt he would have been running to fight him. Pity. The stupid human wasn't showing any sign he wanted to surrender or to ally to him. A real pity to loose in this way his ability. But these are incidents that can always happen. "Eliminate him." he ordered with a detached tone. But the spaceship gave no sign to want to allow them to eliminate itself. It was keeping coming near to them, escaping to their lasers, escaping to their missiles, causing few damages but becoming definitely annoying. And dangerous. The Supreme Commander repeated the order he gave few time ago with a high, irritate voice "Are you deaf or only incapable? I want it destroyed! Now." His eyes stared at the spaceship while the man was looking his soldiers as they tried, tried and failed. The interest converted in anger that terrorized his underlings. All started to vex around him, in the attempt to obey to him, gaining only more confusion and less results. And increasing his anger. Was it possible no one could manage to stop it? Was it possible he was surrounded only by incompetent idiot? Where was the army he was so proud of? And in the same time the spaceship was coming near, was coming always more near... and a suspect came to his mind. Was it possible that pilot was thinking to... no, it wasn't possible. It wasn't possible! His anger grew more, the fear between his men increased more, the confusion increased as well. The battle was continuing but no one in the main spaceship was following it anymore. The anger of the Supreme Commander, the spaceship that was coming near to their defence lines... impossible... but it was truly happening... and no one knew how to stop it... no one knew what to do... and in the meantime the target of the spaceship was starting to become clearer... and panic, agitation and confusion started to invade everyone's mind... till when the horrible explosion filled the space... and the defence mechanism that took back the spaceships to their planet in case of huge damage entered automatically in function involving all was in the nearest... even if probably it was too late for saving something... while in the space the battle was continuing... and new alien spaceships were coming in rescue of the escaping one...

The Cavalry Command army were finally arrived. It wasn't like they were still necessary. The severe alien military system didn't make them very independent when they were private all of sudden of their Commander. They were starting to act in an untidy and confuse way while the remained officers started to give contrasting orders and to insult each other. At their arrive, the troops of the Cavalry Command found the alien armies still surprising powerful and numerous but nothing compared to how they were before, well ordered and ability leaded by an expert and secure man. The battle, even if difficult was giving them some hope and, even if their inferior arms didn't allow them to do big damages, concentrating their attacks they could still become dangerous. The spaceships that started to show serious damages, started to vanish from the eyes of the human army in the same way they appeared. The men were looking surprised at the spaces that, after a quick yellow light, remained mysteriously empty, without the threatening presence of the spaceships they contained just few minutes prior. The vanishing started to become more frequent. The enemy army started, even if so minutely, to decrease in number. And in power of attack. Eagle understood the situation was turning to their favour and no matter the numerous loosing, he increased the attacks. The aliens seemed to be always more confused. Always more unable to control their attacks. A lucky thing because the Cavalry Command wouldn't be able to continue in this way for long. But among the aliens it didn't look like there was someone able to notice it. Other spaceships started to vanish. And not only spaceships too battered for fighting. Eagle ordered to continue the attack. Again. Again. Other spaceships vanished. They couldn't know but now more than a half of the alien forces was withdrawn. The battle was continuing but now was clearly turning in favour of the humans. New hopes filled their thoughts. Other spaceships vanished. And Eagle chose to try and ask them to surrender. The voice that answered to him through the microphone was talking his same language. And it hadn't a pleasurable sound, even if maybe it was only due to the various transmission problems. It didn't seem a voice ready to surrender. And it didn't promise anything good. The voice refused to surrender. It spitted treats. And insults. But it admitted to them a victory. That victory. Temporary. And then it stopped itself. The spaceships, one after the other, started to vanish like a tide that withdraw. The men of the Cavalry Command observed them to vanish one after the other. Surprised. Relieved. Unbelieving. Without knowing what happened. Without knowing whom they had to thank. Other people too watched them to vanish. King Jarred and his people. Who now should start to rebuild their houses. To bury their deaths. To rebuilt their armies. To rebuilt their life. And to continue with it. If it was possible. If it was possible. Eagle too observed the scene. With the words the alien told to him still echoing into his mind. It wasn't ended yet. And they had to prepare themselves to a new big battle for their survival...

Author's notes:
This book is based on the events narrated in the episodes "22-Famous Last Words (Part 1)" and "24-The Monarch Supreme (Part 3)". I add what wasn't said in the episodes but in any case the storyline is pretty the same of the events narrated in the episodes.