"Yes, he's a sick Furikontrol freak," another player's voice came over the broadcast, "the really twisted kind, even rainbow ponies are controlled substances in his eyes."
Although they couldn't understand what a Furikontrol was, all the Cheetahs felt this guy was a tough character.
Then the countdown began.
Soon, the countdown ended.
Realizing the Governor hadn't responded, the captain sneered and then yelled, "Force field, ready!"
Just when the Cheetahs thought it was all over, the sky twisted again.
The gray-black warships appeared on the horizon, their sides marked with fierce tooth patterns. The familiar pattern excited the Cheetahs, who shouted, "It's the Predator Fleet!"
"They're back."
"Take them down!"
Accompanied by the frenzied voices of the people, the Predator Fleet began to charge up.
Facing these yokels, they started charging their main guns; a dazzling white light burst forth, heading straight for the Star of Destruction in front of them.
