A faint glow in the vicinity got the attention of Captain Undercats, and he signaled to Nerdynerd to make a landing. Amidst the chaos Colonel Nondescript remained calm as he studied the situation on the navigation systems of the Lockheed C-130 Hercules he was flying in.
‘Coordinates marked, preparing to land. I repeat, preparing to land.’
Nerdynerd was indeed an aerial ace. He piloted the craft through the debris, towards the faint glow that was marked on the coordinates. Switching off the engine of the craft, he plucked out the ignition key and joined Nondescript and Capt Undercats.
There was GhostRider, in the struggle between the ethereal and reality. The once fiery flame on his head now glowed faintly, as if it was going off any minute.
“This guy is freaking screwed!” yelled NerdyNerd.
“We need to give him a ride on our plane towards the nearest center where he can receive medical attention, I suppose,” replied the cool and calm captain.
The situation proved him wrong. A huge meteor burning fiercely green crash landed onto the Lockheed C-130 Hercules parked nearby, incinerating their only hope of fast transport. Two Yannie clones emerged from the chaos, rapidly closing in on the four helpless figures.
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