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The Robon Warriors of Chromius fled for help against the forces of the ProcBots when a UFO disabled their ship. Meanwhile, Amanda Waterman's first day on the job is a disaster when the Robon's starship crash lands into the Santa Monica bay, bringing her and her fellow lifeguards beneath the ocean. Will they survive? Find out Part II of "Fire in the Sky." Next!

EARTH DEFENDER ROBOMAN

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Starring: Aaron Roland Lifeson .........................………………………………………………………..... Gold Robon

Brad A. Seed .....................…………………………………………………………….............. Silver Robon

David Skye's ......................……………………………………………………………............... Blue Robon

Amanda E. Waterman ..................………………………………………………………............. Pink Robon

"Fire in the Sky," Part Two

Written By Phillip Rowlands

ACT I:

The four Robons are found lying upon the floor of the bridge as smoke is seen rising from the damaged control panels. The lighting flickers between being on dim in many sections of the chamber. Ramzor clutched the ground, using his right knee to get up. "We still exist. I must revive the others."

The red automaton managed to stand up and walk to Morpheos. He was laying on his back with his eye lights off. Ramzor removed the red circular badge on the left side of his chest with a transparent crystal the shape of two circles attached at the side. He knelt before the Morpheos and removed the red badge connected to the gold robot's chest. Ramzor plugged in his own badge into Morpheos' chest.

After a short while, Morpheos' cyan eyes were illuminated again before he pulled his leg up at the knee prior to getting up.

Morpheos looked at Ramzor while he re-attached his badge. "What happened?"

"We survived the crash, Morpheos," Ramzor answered. "We must revive the others."

Alumina pulled her self up off the floor face down. "Agh.. What's going on?"

"Looks like there is no need for her," Morpheos jested.

"What happened to Lynx??" Alumina worriedly inquired.

"I don't know," Ramzor sighed. "He had to have been destroyed along with engineering."

Morpheos stood and looked at the wreck the bridge was. "We need to access the computer."

"Well, where is Cerebros?" Alumina asked. Ramzor looked over in the corner and found Cerebros hunched over on his side.

"There." Alumina reached over to his side and held Cerebros up under his arms. The blue automaton shook his head.

"Alumina, we're okay."

"Yeah. Cerebros, we have four creatures aboard. We must do something."

Morpheos nodded. "You have to get the computer online so we can access the ship control software."

"I'll see what I can do." Cerebros stood up and moved toward one of the control stations in the back of the bridge. "(Aw what a mess...) This is going to take some time, guys. Can someone see if they can access the data network service ports directly through the transcar booth railways?"

"I can do that," Ramzor said. "I'll try repairing optical data links in the corrodors as well."

"Maybe their are some remaining physical pathways up to the computer core storage facilities on level three, so you might want to try there," Cerebros replied. "I'll try accessing the computer comm-network by re-routing software to use whatever links still work."

Morpheos nodded with his fists on his hips. "All right, then, let's get to work."

Alumina stood up and looked at the gold robon. "What will you and I do?"

"We'll greet our visitors," Morpheos answered.

Ramzor was leaving but stopped to look at Morpheos. "What if they are hostile?"

"That's the chance we'll have to take," Morpheos replied to the red robon. "If we need help, we'll call you."

If the communication network still works, Cerebros thought to himself.

In a small cubical chamber, the four lifeguards in their swimming uniforms wearing their rescue cans were on the floor. It was an iron grid of tiny holes that allowed the water to drain out. David started coughing as he was beginning to come to.

"Oh man, where in the world are we?" David sat up and leaned over noticing Amanda lying face first on the ground.

"Aw man, Amanda." David holds her waist and pulls her up as she begins to start coughing as well and starts slicking her hair back over her ears.

"David, where are we?"

"We'll find out soon enough," David answered. "We gotta wake the others."

ACT II:

The hot sun shined above as heat warped the scenery of vast hills made of golden sand with nothing but the blue sky on the horizon. In Death Valley, the dark, metallic space craft that chased the Robon starship was lodged inside of a hill of sand. A blue, 30-foot tall robot with a crown-shaped head and two black tubes attached to his rectangular arms looked around. His face a silver metallic steel with molded lips and nose, Tyrannotron's eye-lights glowed red while visually scanning the area.

The heavily synthesized voice of a robot standing beside him said, "Tyrannotron," speaking to the blue one. "Despite the barron nature of this desert. We are on a planet with vast resources."

Tyrannotron, with a rectangle bar on his chest featuring five triangles, turned around to look at the green robot talking to him of similar design. With three triangles on his chest's rectangular bar, Virex had a knife in a black holster on the left side of his waist. "We must keep searching for these resources you speak of."

A red robot with four triangles on his chest's rectangular bar stood forth. Deploridon checked a special pistol mounted on a holster on the right side of his waist before putting it away. "The Chromions would have never sent the Robon to this world if it weren't for the indication of possible assistance or resources on this world to aid their forces against the ProcBots on Chromius."

Tyrannotron nodded. "Perhaps, Deploridon. Or, the Robon did not intend to land here at all and crashed instead. However, they were heading in this general vicinity and our battleship's sensors detected no other planets with as much to offer as this one. The Robon must be here."

The dark green one named Ivicon leaned forward and asked, "What are your orders, Tyrannotron?"

The blue robot turned around and faced the two of them. "Revive the ComBots."

Edwards Air Force Base--California; men on runways were guiding jet fighter plans preparing for take-off while helicopters elsewhere were lifting off. The fleet of aircraft forces were flying east while on the ground, Lieutenant Commander Michael Jefferson watched everything through binoculars.

"Sir, we don't know _what_ is out there!"

Lt. Commander Jefferson looked at Lieutenant Kelly Hobart. "All the more reason we need to have military protection." He went back to looking at more helicopters take flight while more jets were being boarded by pilots. "The observatory said that was most certainly not space debris."

"So what are you going to do? Kill it if it sneezes wrong?" Lt. Hobart asked. "How do you know we've got what it takes to get rid of it?"

Jefferson looked at her again. "It crashed, didn't it?"

At Hermosa Beach, people stepped out of the way while yellow trucks drove down the shoreline with sirens alerting the patrons to stay clear. The strobe lights were still running after the siren was turned off and someone in black dress shoes and slacks, a short-sleeved white dress shirt and black tie with a badge stepped out of the truck with a lifeguard who drove him there.

"Garrison, want me to go in?" he asked.

Moe shook his head. "No, get people away from here so that the coast guards can send in their diving teams to find the missing lifeguards and haul them off of the ocean floor without worrying about anybody else in the process."

"Right, Lieutenant," the lifeguard replied. "All right everybody, let's move it! Tim, get the horn--we gotta get this place cleaned out so the coast guard can get our guards outta the ocean."

The lifeguard standing in tower 12 nodded and moved inside the cabin to use the radio phone.

Under the sea, the long white space craft with three metal rods in its aft section was lodged within a wall of stone stemming from the ocean floor. Aboard the shipwrecked space vessel, Ramzor, closed a wall panel in a corridor where a membrane keyboard was built-in. He pushed a button on it, getting a beep. "Bridge, this is Ramzor. I'm on Level two, section six. I appear to have gotten the entire third level's electrical network operational. Is the data network online?" Cerebros, standing at an aft-section console, nodded and looked around. "Yes; what about hardware? It seems as if the computer, the data and electric network are back."

"Engineering was isolated by bulkheads due to the severe hull breach in that section," Ramzor replied via the communication system. "And I'm afraid without engineering to generate additional energy, we're without a way to drive any mechanical systems."

Ramzor, in the corridor, looked around while he listened to Cerebros reply. "Maybe we can set up a temporary engineering in the weapons room. We could get power out of the weapon reserves."

"Good idea. I'll get down there and see if I can use the new links I've created to re-route the power supply," Ramzor replied. "Oh and, by the way--how are our guests doing?"

Cerebros shrugged. "Morpheos and Alumina are on their way their but they'll have a hard time making it to the port because of severe structural damage."

In a dimly lit section, the brighter lights flickered from being half-way connected. Hoses in the ceiling were hanging out of overhead grill plates with mist falling from the damaged pipes above. Sparks occasionally shot out of the walls with huge iron beams collapsed on that deck. In a crossing section, the gold and pink Robon were walking down another corridor before stopping to head down this damaged portion.

"Okay, Morpheos, the airlock where the humanoids are should be..."

Morpheos continued, "...right behind these fallen structure supports." They had come upon a wall about three meters tall and four meters wide with a couple of columns that were collapsed in front of a circular hatch.

"No problem, Morpheos!" Alumina said before leaping towards the dark iron beams. She kicked one supports and, with the same foot, shoved her heal at another. Morpheos watched Alumina beat up the metal without luck.

"Illargh!" she shouted while punching against the beams. "Ugh! I can't get through."

The gold robot put her hands on her shoulder. "Try Robon Weapon I."

She nodded. "Stand back, Morpheos." He stepped away from the pink Robon and she stepped back away from the wall.

"Robon Weapon I: Pink Whip!" Alumina shouted; the pink Robon rotated her arms above herself before securing her silver, robot hands onto the black handle of a weapon attached to her left hip. "Yah!" she shouted when drawing her whip.

The pink, metallic cord had wrapped itself around the support beams in front of the hatch. With enormous strength, Alumina tugged on her Robon Weapon.

Dramatically, the two heavy support columns were lifted away from the door, causing dust to rise from the debris that had fallen around them.

Morpheos protected himself from the noisy collapse of the two beams with his arms and then looked ahead. "Ah, yes! You did it, Alumina. Good work!"

Alumina re-attached her pink, wrapped up whip to the hook on her left hip and nodded. "Open the hatch." The gold robon stepped in front of her.

Morpheos turned the pipes on the circular door causing a loud hissing noise. It took all of his strength to open the airlock but eventually, a lock gave way and the door began to sway open.

Inside of the chamber, the four lifeguards--Aaron, Brad, David and Amanda had looked up at the 30-foot tall gold and pink Robon entering the chamber.

In pure awe, David took off his eye-glasses and mumbled, "My goodness..."

Aaron watched as the gold one looked down at them and said, "I am Morpheos."

"I am Alumina," the pink Robon announced.

"Who are you?" Brad asked.

"We are the Robon of Chromius. We have crash landed into this planet in our attempt to find resources and people willing to help us in our global civil war which has now made Chromius a world without peace." Amanda looked off to the side, pondering what she said.

How can we believe them despite the incredible fact that these are robots, that can talk and have come out of the sky, David thought to himself. He was not a gullible man and thus never accepted anything for face value. This, on the other hand, would be the exception. "Why are we here?"

"When our vehicle crashed, our equipment detected your proximity to us," Alumina responded. "I knew you would all die unless you were taken to safety." Brad didn't think he would believe that if it weren't for someone, or something else repeating it to him. Still however, he couldn't grasp how the Robon could be real.

Just like Brad, Aaron's very grounded in reality but also very optimistic and since he in fact did know they were all going to drown, Brad had to acknowledge the chance they were telling the truth--for his own peace of mind. Amanda could only pray their intentions were not harmful.

"This is Cerebros," said via Alumina's internal communication system. "Alumina and Morpheos--please respond."

The gold robon placed two fingers on a circular portion of his metallic head and looked up. "This is Morpheos--go ahead."

Cerebros stood in front of a wall while Ramzor stood in front of a cylinder on the floor. The blue Robon walked into a panel where two of his fingers were and said, "The computer is online and we have even manufactured an energy generator out of weapons so that life support aboard the starship will stay online."

"Good work--I'd hate to sacrifice self-defense but in this situation, we have no alternative," Morpheos said. "I've made contact with the humanoids and they appear to be in good condition and non-hostile."

"Glad to hear that," Ramzor spoke up and said. "What do we do now?"

Morpheos looked at the four humans below himself, sighed and then pushed the switch on the side of his head. "We're all going to head back to the bridge to figure that out."

"We're on our way," Cerebros answered via his communications system. "End of message."

Morpheos nodded. "Acknowledged, end of message. Alumina, get going."

Aaron watched the pink Robon walk away and stepped forward "So what's happening now?" Aaron asked, looking up at Morpheos.

"We're going to the bridge."

Inside of the Transcar, Morpheos' silver hand held the four lifeguards who sat perfectly still. Amanda looked at the golden robot and somehow was beginning to like this experience. It was nowhere near as dull as she'd expected for her first day as a lifeguard.

On the bridge, Alumina sat at the Navigational Console while Cerebros was at Mission Operations. Ramzor manned the tactical station behind the Captain's chair. In rear right corner of the bridge, doors opened and Morpheos, standing in the Transcar, walked out onto the deck and down the slanted floor.

"Morpheos, we have some really bad news," Ramzor said. Morpheos sat down on his chair and sat down. He carefully placed the four humans in his hands on the seat next to himself. "What is it, Ramzor?" The gold robot's silver hand ascended away from the seat allowing the four lifeguards to stand up in the enormous chamber. They looked around while the red Robon spoke.

"We were doing more detailed scanning of the region when we picked up on a vast amount of electromagnetic transmissions. They appear to be a way on Earth for long range communication using an artificial system."

Cerebros turned around and looked at Morpheos. "To make a long story short, we found one frequency that indicates why we were being attacked in space."

"Take a look at this," Alumina said before changing the display on the primary screen. "I will get us the audio track in just a moment." Suddenly, a man in a suit and tie seated behind a desk beside live coverage of tanks and helicopters shooting heavy ammunition at a group of four robots that were dark red, black, white and dark green attacking using a saucer-shaped disc, axe, a sword and a CrossBow. Many explosions filled with dust, sparks and fire were a result as they attacked an industrial section of Los Angeles County.

"...the rate in which the local military forces were over taken was astonishing. It was almost too easy as most weapons had literally no effect on these robots." the film switched to a picture of seven robots that looked similar to the Robons except with a upside-down triangle badges that were black." said Lieutenant Hobart to the reporter.

"These automatons some thirty foot in height have been steadily making progress towards the Edison Electrical Power Plant..." the anchor reported.

Brad knew what he saw then--that was the news he always watched during his days when he was home from work and sick. "What are they!?"

Morpheos was deeply disturbed. "I can't believe this. They followed us to this planet!"

Aaron looked up to his left at the gold Robon. "Who followed you?" he asked.

"The ProcBots," Morpheos answered while still observing the coverage on the screen in front of him.

ACT III:

At sea, coast guard ships anchored not too far from the coast where Lt. Moe Garrison had turned around with his hands on his hips to face a lifeguard that had come up to him. "What's going on out there?"

The lifeguard shook his head. "According to the Captain on the lead ship, their scuba teams can't find a thing down there."

"I don't need to tell you how bad this is. Those were four incredible lifeguards," Moe said. "I have never watched a better group graduate from the school."

Under the sea where the Robon's white, tubular starship was lodged in a wall stemming from the ocean floor--Aaron, Brad, David and Amanda stood on the seat beside the gold Robon--Morpheos. Aaron looked up at him and asked, "The ProcBots? Who are they?"

Cerebros turned off the newscast and turned around to look at them. "When our bodies are too hold and electronics out of date, Chromions must transfer some of what we are to newer forms but unfortunately a lot is lost in that process. So, a long time ago, engineers on Chromius were attempting to make improvements on Chromion design by re-writing the bionic matrix."

"It was figured out how to re-write the bionic matrix so that it would grow more rapidly on its own by restricting nearly all the internal code to learning," Alumina added. "Like that, the bionic matrix could easily be copied--however, they lacked the elements included in the original matrix."

"What elements?" David asked.

"This experimental class of Chromions known as Preliminary Robots of Chromius or, ProcBots grew to peak intelligence, their philosophy became survival of the fittest and that the strongest would survive. Due to their enhanced intellectual capabilities," Morpheos explained, "they believed their own creators to be weak. The ProcBots had decided Chromius could be managed in a more efficient way if they ran it themselves. The Chromions resisted but the advanced technology of ProcBots were too much for them."

"Who were these Chromions anyway?" Aaron asked.

"A race of sentient robots that gained information until they could perform useful tasks in exchange for goods or services," Ramzor answered. "They were not warriors."

Morpheos looked at Aaron. "They were considered weak for that so we, the Robon were constructed in teams of five and sent to deal with the ProcBots but it was getting harder everytime. Now Chromius is a war torn world with nowhere to go for peace."

"We left Chromius to find help in keeping the ProcBots away from the brink of world domination," Alumina said. "Apparently, they were aware of our movements all along."

"What's going to happen?" Amanda asked.

Cerebros looked at her and answered, "They will try to rob your world of its resources and attempt to rule it as well. It has become obvious that the ProcBots believe they are the embodiment of the ultimate form of life."

"Nobody is going to let whatever they are ruin the world," Brad said.

"It wont be up to your people," Ramzor said. "We are the only people who can stop them."

"What about us?" David asked. "How do we get out of here?"

Morpheos stood up. "We will resurrect Rocore."

Southern California Electric Company--Redondo Generating Station. The power plant featured several black and white ringed smoke stacks at least 90-feet in height. On the west wall was a mural over 650 feet wide and ten stories tall featuring a painting of a dozen 45-55 gray whales and a 100-foot blue whale in migrating in the ocean. On Harbor Drive, men and women in work suits and even hard hats were escorted out of the parking lot by men in army uniforms. A man in a higher ranking uniform watched them be placed on jeeps and then looked at another National Guardsman standing beside himself. "Is that everyone, Sergeant?"

"As far as Carl Henderson has told us," he answered. "Sir, what is happening with the air force, Lieutenant?"

"They couldn't keep the giant robots from advancing. They disappeared into a hole they made for themselves in the Mojave Desert and now we've been called in to make sure they don't re-appear in vital areas." The sound of traffic was abruptly overtaken by the deafening sound of something rumbling. A mild tremor turned to shaking which led to violent quaking.

"Earthquake! Everybody take cover!" somebody shouted. Instead, people ran screaming into the streets severely disrupting traffic. Horns were honked by cars swerving to avoid pedestrians, hitting each other instead. The shaking had become more jagged, as people holding onto lamp posts were falling down. Sparks on towers supporting several high-voltage cables were blowing out as live wires with over 20,000 volts of electricity per line were falling to the ground, causing the palm trees to catch fire.

Busted fire hydrants began to shoot water into the sky while more water flooded the street when a water main broke. However, this was not an earthquake that would have been at least 6.5 on the Richter scale. Suddenly, in the intersection, manholes were blown sky high by a fire-filled explosion, produced by a broken gas line and people on the sidewalks fell back from the blast.

Suddenly, crawling out of the sewer was a massive brown tank the side of a double-decker bus, only twice as wide had landed on the street, occupying nearly the entire width of the roadway. Parks cars were smashed when it rolled by before something else surfaced from beneath the pavement.

Out of the smoking asphalt stood a boxy, 30-foot tall, dark red robot with a rectangular head and a blue badge on the right side of its chest. Abominor's black, metallic face had a steel molded nose and lips with red glowing ice. In its back was a special disc. The badge upon his chest badge bared the symbol: I

Another robot that was black but more triangular in shape stepped out of the hole, holding an axe. In Stealthon's triangular head was a silver face with a red visor above his metal nose and lips. His blue badge featured the symbol: II

He was joined by a white, tubular robot holding a scimitar. His silver face had red eyes and a metal nose that led to a mask that covered Thunderbelt's mouth. The symbol upon the blue badge in his metal pects was the symbol: III

The three robots standing behind the enormous brown tank were joined by a thin, dark green robot holding a cross bow. Ivicon's blue badge showed the symbol IIII and his face also had a metal nose and lips below red glowing eyes.

These ComBots walked down the street as led by Toncur, their brown tank that rolled down the street.

"One thousand, thirteen hundred and ten megavolts of pure electricity," Ivicon announced to others. "This should be sufficient in restoring our vessel to full power and energizing weapons to make the dominant species upon this planet do our bidding."

Thunderbelt looked at the green robot and said, "Thanks to my personal modifications to Toncur's weaponry, it managed to use it's ultra powerful laser to tunnel from the desert to this power planet. Now it will store the energy we draw from this station."

The black robot nodded. "What I want to know is what happened to the Robon. Their ship crashed but we have no way of knowing they are not dead."

"They have yet to interfere," Abominor replied. The red Robon looked at them and said, "However--we will be ready in the event they attempt to stop us."

With his deadly intentions in mind, Thunderbelt shook his sword and nodded affirmatively at the leader of the ComBots. Warriors built by the ProcBots for combat.

ACT IV:

Four miles south of Hermosa beach was Redondo Beach where more coast guard boats were at sea. Women standing at the shoreline where the lifeguards had restricted them shook their heads. "I really don't think they're going to find anything."

"I know," the other had replied. All of a sudden, the surface of the bay had burst into a tower of water from a black object blasting out from beneath the ocean. The young woman grabbed her friend's arm and pointed to the sky. "What in the world is that!?!"

In the bright blue sky above, a rectangular black object with red wings and a nose had banked around before the afterburners in the aft section of the turbo jet had boosted the airship into the distance. When Rocore had accelerated past the speed of sound, a thunderous sonic boom caused people on the beach to cover their ears.

The predominately black jet craft had rocketed by, over the city of Redondo Beach while, aboard the cockpit, two seats were in front, two faced the sides and one was elevated in the back. The only source of light being the various active matrix monitors, the four lifeguards secured themselves onto the seat normally occupied by their red leader, Lynx. In the two front seats, Morpheos and Ramzor, the pilot and co-pilot, had observed the primary view screen.

Cerebros, facing the right side had looked to the two of them. "Morpheos, it seems as if the ComBots have brought Toncur into the area. They aren't even trying to mask their microwave signature."

"Perhaps they don't even know we survived the crash," Alumina theorized.

"In that case, we can use element of surprise to keep them off balance," Ramzor thought. "Another problem is that I'm seeing HIGH energy readings from some enormous structure in the vicinity. With over 1,000 gallons of a liquid made up of two parts oxygen, one part hydrogen every six-tenths millicycle."

Morpheos looked behind himself at the lifeguards and said, "Humanoids..."

"`Humans' is good enough," David said. "Better yet, just call me David."

"David," the gold Robon continued. "Are any of you familiar with what that structure is? It is our belief the ComBot squadron of ProcBots will no doubt attempt to draw energy from the power plant and use it to restore their ship that has crashed somewhere near here."

Brad thought for a second. "My Dad's sister is married to the Area Manager, uhm, Robert Jensen at a huge power plant down there."

Morpheos nodded. "Thank you, David."

"Brad."

At the Southern California Electric power plant in Redondo Beach near the harbor, Tyrannotron stood watching as the ComBots had Toncur roll into the parking lot and through various gates towards generators. The light green robot Virex stood forth. "Toncur will be able to store enough electricity to bring our ship enough energy for our mission here on this planet."

"Mission?" Deploridon said.

Tyrannotron looked at the light red robot and nodded. "Why not? This world is a golden opportunity for both a place to be conquered as well as warehouse of resources to be used against the Chromions and their useless team of Robon Warriors."

"I see," Deploridon replied to the blue ProcBot. "We await your further orders."

The sleek black jet had gone into stealth mode as there was nothing but the sound of the air streaming past its red-streaked body. Within the cockpit, Alumina looked at the four lifeguards. "When we leave Rocore, it will enter autopilot mode, land and that is when you can escape. You can leave through that air-intake valve on the floor."

"All right," Amanda replied. "What's going to happen with you guys?"

Ramzor looked behind himself at her and said. "Fight the ComBots and hope to win. Otherwise, we're all looking at one enormous problem." Brad and David exchanged worried looks before Cerebros began his announcement.

"We are within the drop zone," the blue robot reported. "Ready to go."

"Auto-pilot is now engaged," Ramzor announced.

Alumina began to re-arrange squares of light on her terminal. "Coordinates programmed for auto-pilot destination."

"Okay everyone," Morpheos said, "let's go!"

Abominor approached Tyrannotron and put his fist upon the metallic pects on his own chest and nodded affirmatively. "Lead ComBot Abominor, reporting as requested, Tyrannotron."

"Go ahead," the blue ProcBot responded.

Abominor pointed to Stealthon standing upon the brown tank while Ivicon had long hoses attached to the vehicle. "The generators are now connected to energy storage batteries within its cargo hold."

"Good," Tyrannotron accepted. "As soon as you are done, begin..." He was interrupted by the sudden sound of something flying low overhead. "What in..."

Ivicon looked up and pointed. "Rocore!"

Deploridon jumped back in surprise. "They have survived!?"

"Ivicon, Deploridon--secure Toncur," Tyrannotron ordered. "Abominor, assemble the ComBots and prepare to begin our back-up plan." The Robon would not die so easily, Tyrannotron thought to himself.

In the bright blue sky, the sun shined from the left as, two by two, the Gold and Silver, Blue and Pink Robon Warriors had free-fallen and flipped into diving feet first into the pavement below.

On the street, the 30-foot tall robots had rectangular containers mounted upon their backs and round, crown-shaped heads. The Robon Warriors, with tubular limbs, metallic pects and faces had assumed a uniform battle position.

The pink Robon stepped forth and assumed two poses while announcing, "Robon One!!" She placed her left arm horizontally while her right arm was propped up indicating the number 1 before saying, "Alumina!"

Blue Robon stepped beside her and shifted his arms into two different poses before shouting, "Robon Two!" He brought both fists upward indicating two straight lines--the number 2. "Cerebros!"

The silver Robon warrior stood beside him and flexed his limbs, assuming two positions before announcing, "Robon Three!!" He put his fists together in a triangle for 3 sides and yelled, "Ramzor!"

The golden Robon wound his arms into a pair of unique battle positions prior to announcing, "Robon Four!" Gold Robon places his arms parallel to one another forming a equal sign--a 4 sided square without sides. "Morpheos!!"

The four of them took a final battle position while announcing, "RoboMan!"

Tyrannotron pointed to the dark red, black, white and dark green ProcBots standing in the street. "ComBots! Attack!"

Abominor nodded. "As you command, Tyrannotron." The dark red robot had leaped into the air.

Leaping into the blue sky, Abominor somersaulted overhead and out of sight, followed by a black robot. Stealthon jumped overhead and somersaulted in the opposite direction before a white robot joined in. After ThunderBelt flipped over in the same direction as Abominor, Ivicon also somersaulted overhead and out of sight, following Stealthon.

Rising up into the air in front of the power plant was the dark green robot, Ivicon. He shot an arrow out of his crossbow while in midair.

Alumina leaped out of the way just before the arrow came through, sparking off the asphalt below. The pink Robon rolled on her back and onto her feet before standing up.

The blue ProcBot looked at his red chief assistant and ordered, "Deploridon!"

"Say no more, Tyrannotron." He drew the red pistol from a holster attached to his metal right hip and pointed it at Alumina.

Alumina turned her head and saw the red ProcBot standing in front of Tyrannotron while shooting at her. "RoboMan SuperSkill!" she shouted before leaping into the air. "Anti-Grav!" In the sky above, Alumina was suspended in midair above as the shots had caused big yellow sparks to explode from the side of a postal truck parked on the street.

Cerebros' blue forearm stopped the silver-blade of Thunderbelt's white sword. Slow but powerful, he thought to himself about ThunderBelt.

The blue Robon rammed his elbow into white ComBot's abs and turned around into a high spin-kick slamming Virex, the light green robot across the head.

ThunderBelt came back and Cerebros dropped low to spin-kick the white ProcBot into tripping over. All movements well calculated and precisely the way Cerebros always fought.

Alumina high-kicked ahead and Ivicon caught her foot. The dark green robot lifted her foot high, forcing the pink Robon to flip backwards into the air.

While she landed, Ivicon tried to catch her but didn't anticipate the acrobatic skills of Alumina when she had done a walkover.

Ivicon punched at her and Alumina turned around and grabbed the dark green robot's fist. In instant, she flipped him off his feet to drop, back-first into the pavement.

Rising into the blue sky in front of the power generation station was the silver Robon warrior. Ramzor had tackled Virex to the ground and turned around to swing his foot over the pavement. The dark red ComBot, Abominor was approaching but tripped into the air, flipping head under feet.

"RoboMan SuperSkill," Ramzor announced. "Ultra-Boost!" The silver Robon jumped backwards into the air. In the sky, Ramzor had landed on the edge of the administrative building of the power plant next to the gold Robon. "Your turn, Morpheos!"

Below, Tyrannotron ran up to the side of the building accompanied by Virex and Deploridon.

"Take them out!" Tyrannotron ordered. Virex pulled out his knife while Deploridon held up his pistol.

Morpheos reached behind himself and announced, "Robon Weapon IV: Star Darts!" He had a hand full of golden darts the shape of stars that started to glow. In a fan-like style, the gold Robon warrior had tossed the darts at the trio. Six sparks had exploded out of the roadway below like a fountain, blowing the three of them down.

The four lifeguards--Aaron, Brad, David and Amanda knelt behind bushes on a residential street as they watched the eight 30-foot robots do battle above the crest of the houses. Brad was extremely angry about the conflict. "I can't believe this is happening, guys."

David looked behind himself at the others. "Hey wait a second; shouldn't we be at the beach? Lots of people must've realized we've been gone all this time by now."

"Yeah, but at this point, who's going to care," Amanda countered. "There must be something we can do to help."

Aaron shook his head. "There isn't anything we can do, like Ramzor said. It all relies on them winning this fight."

Stealthon's black axe and ThunderBelt's white sword came down on Ramzor's silver staff. "Give in, Robon!" the black ComBot said.

"You're not ruining another world!" the silver Robon replied while pushing back. "Cerebros!!"

"Help is on the way!" the blue Robon said. "Robon Weapon III: Blue Daggers!" Cerebros crossed his arms and pulled out the blue handles situated on holsters attached to his metallic waist. "ComBots!" he called, holding his daggers.

Distracted, the white one looked up. Stealthon looked at him and grabbed his shoulder. "ThunderBelt, no!" Cerebros held his weapons by the blade and tossed them one by one, straight ahead.

Ramzor tumbled between the two ComBots as the blue daggers sparked off their armored chests. When the black smoke cleared, the two robots were down.

Tyrannotron walked down the street in a huff while Deploridon and Virex tried to keep up. "I want to know how the best team of ProcBot warriors on Chromius gets creamed by the Robon--who are supposed to be dead?!"

"They aren't dead, yet; but I assure you, Decimatron _will_ finish the job," Virex answered.

"You better hope so," Tyrannotron mumbled.

"The Robon got lucky!" Deploridon quickly interjected.

"Luck is a fool's game," Tyrannotron replied. "The odds are in our favor and we're are about to prove that right now." Tyrannotron stood in the intersection after they stopped walking. "Deploridon--prepare the ComBots for the secondary back-up plan."

"As you command, Tyrannotron," he responded. "Abominor--assemble Decimatron! Now!"

The dark green robot looked at Abominor. "What about the cargo?"

"The energy Toncur is charged with will be extremely useful to us, Ivicon," the dark red robot replied. "Now let's do it!"

"Ready!" Stealthon and ThunderBelt announced in unison.

The center section of Stealthon and Ivicon's limbs had folded, converting the black and dark green robots into large robot legs that gained a bright red aura when struck by lightning. In the background existed a view of the coastal mountains when Toncur, the brown tank, rolled over the sand so fast, dust flew by its tracks.

It rolled off a cliff and into the sky. In midair, the huge metal vehicle had extended at multiple locations throughout its body. The tank, guided by bright arcs of lightning, was lowered onto the robot legs forming a torso.

In the sky, the red and white ComBots, Abominor and ThunderBelt had jumped into the air. In the sky, the two had rapidly ascended. While flying, they simultaneously transformed into robot arms that red arcs of light had brought into the sides of the torso.

Sliding up from between the shoulders was the head of Decimatron. It was black and had a gray, metallic face with a red visor across its eyes. Both arms flexed out to the sides as the 80-foot robot warrior stepped forth.

The four lifeguards looked into the sky, looking at Decimatron tower over them as they walked towards the energy generation plant. Amanda's heart was in her throat from utter terror as she and David knew they were doomed.

The Robon just have to defeat them, Aaron thought to himself.

With the four voices of the ComBots combined, Decimatron spoke. "Prepare for your disintegration!"

"I didn't want it to come to this but we don't have a choice now," Morpheos said. "Only RoboMan can stop them now."

Cerebros nodded. "It's do or die."

"Through it all, we stick together," Alumina said. "Ready everyone?"

Ramzor affirmatively nodded and clenched his fist. "Ready!"

The four of them simultaneously shouted, "We four as one call for Rocore!"

The clouds in the blue sky had parted as Rocore, the large black and red air craft jet-propelled itself overhead. Tyrannotron, Deploridon and Virex watched Rocore bank into a downward flight pattern. The lifeguards also watched as the four Robon warriors ran into place.

"Look you guys, they're getting ready for 'em!" Aaron shouted.

Brad shook his head. "If we survive this, it'll be a miracle." Amanda looked at him with worry in her eyes.

The gold, silver, blue and pink Robon Warrior stood below the brilliant sun shining overhead. The background dissolved to an image of the tall robot they were about to become as they shouted, "RoboMan Unite!"

Their back-mounted containers locking and onto their shoulders over their heads, Alumina and Cerebron back flipped while transforming into pink and blue feet and legs of a robot. White bolts of light had struck them, giving the two limbs an aura.

As if it were continuously descending, Rocore's aft jets pulled out further to form the abdomen and waist. The nose of the aircraft detached and swung, by its hinges into a gap underneath the body of the black jet. The red wings slid forth, forming a V. On the afterburners, a slot had opened where a holster had been ejected into place, containing a red and silver device.

Rocore, as the torso, vertically landed on the sockets of the pink and blue legs as the connection generated a great white flash.

Morpheos and Ramzor jumped into the sky. In the midair, the gold and silver Robon Warriors' heads descended between their shoulders. Their arms had locked onto their chest before connecting together. The containers on their backs had hooked onto their feet, also locked together forming the forearms and fists.

Guided by arcs of white lightning, the gold and silver robots were inserted into the shoulder sockets of the black torso. Once the arms had connected, the joints locking caused a bright flashed. The chest had ejected forward, allowing the head to rise into place. Its silver face featuring a metal mask across its mouth, a metallic nose and two yellow glowing eyes. Once the chest had closed, a bolt of lightning energized RoboMan's heavy armor once it flexed its arms and stepped forth.

Brad looked at the giant, 80-foot robot and blinked. "I have got to be dreaming this." Amanda was speechless.

"If this is happening, it's going to go down in history!" David replied.

"I knew they could handle them," Aaron said. "Now all they have to do is do like they did before and knock them out."

Decimatron and RoboMan stepped slowly to the side to gain more room to fight. "Surrender, Decimatron," said the combined voices of Morpheos, Ramzor, Cerebros and Alumina.

"Make me," it replied. Decimatron had begun to march forth, each step causing a thunderous boom.

Decimatron threw the first punch and its huge black fist sparked against RoboMan's armor. Its second swing was stopped by RoboMan's left forearm. Its right fist knocked Decimatron's arm skyward before jabbing its abs and then its shoulder. Both blows caused sparks to snap off its armor.

Smoking, Decimatron stepped back but quickly regained its battle position. "Arm Bazooka!" it shouted, pointing its right arm. The panel on its upper arm had flipped, surfacing the barrel of a long tube. "Bazooka Fire!" A build up of purple light had caused the dark barrel to glow before a wide beam had burst forth.

It sounded like thunder when the ray shot RoboMan in the chest. A white flash of sparks exploded out of its armor.

"Kyosei Scimitar!" Decimatron announced, horizontally holding out a curved sword. It brought it up high and swung down.

The blade sparked off RoboMan's body before Decimatron struck across its abs, causing another white flash of sparks to break out from the friction.

RoboMan stepped back and pulled out the weapon in the holster attached to its metal hip. "DoubleWeapon!" Drawing the red device, RoboMan pulled the hilt back and pushed it down, forming the handle of a pistol. "RoboShooter!" Three red bolts of light thrust themselves out of the gun and into Decimatron.

The towering robot was marching forth when it was bombarded by a series of explosions upon its armor.

RoboMan announced "RoboSaber!" while shoving the handle back into the weapon; it held the weapon out, towards the ground as a silver, single-sided blade then pushed out of the hilt. RoboMan held the saber in front of itself, with both fists before cutting down.

The RoboSaber sparked off the dark brown armor of Decimatron's chest before cutting across. RoboMan walked past the robot and turned around to swing into its neck. Decimatron's fists caught the RoboSaber's blade but when RoboMan had pulled its sword back, sparks exploded out of Decimatron's armor.

The four lifeguards below had covered their hears from the loudness caused by their battle. Aaron wanted so much to be apart of that action even though this was never his nature; Brad had always been the one interested in self-defense. Amanda was enthusiastic to see RoboMan victorious against Decimatron.

Decimatron easily and suspiciously recovered very quickly while striking down with its scimitar. The RoboSaber blocked its Kyosei Scimitar and blocked a low strike as well. Each strike from Decimatron forced RoboMan back, steadily bringing the two robots ever closer to the Redondo Generation Plant.

Just then, Decimatron saw its opportunity for the kill. It deliberately let RoboMan swing the RoboSaber down but Decimatron stepped out of the way.

It turned around and kicked RoboMan into a transformer. The enormous machine with several hundred megawatts flowing through itself had an 80-foot tall robot fall down into the elaborate grid of metal and wires. Dozens of white flashes had produced enormous explosions.

"Aw NO!" David loudly groaned. "They trashed the power plant!"

"And RoboMan with it," Brad replied with despair. Aaron shook his head hoping for one more surprise to make them the victor but Amanda's nerves had her trembling. She knew that the Robon were fatally defeated.

Brush was on fire from fallen electrical cables while, within the twisted, smoking iron transformer within the power plant, RoboMan layed upside down and was barely able to move. Decimatron had walked into the parking lot and at RoboMan's head on the ground.

"And now.. The Death of RoboMan," Decimatron announced while bringing up its giant foot. In RoboMan's hand was the severed end of a black power cable. When Decimatron's foot fell at its face but just a couple meters above, its fist had held up the live wire.

Sparks blasted from electricity being conducted throughout the metallic armor of Decimatron. The giant robot had taken a tumble, and fell down onto its side but not far away, Tyrannotron saw RoboMan's fist lifelessly drop to the ground.

"He's dead!" Deploridon announced.

Tyrannotron nodded slowly with satisfaction. "ComBots, return to the ship!"

"Why are we going there?" Virex asked.

"Must you question me!? Obviously, we're going to take the energy we have acquired to forcibly take control of this planet!" Tyrannotron said. The blue ProcBot watched as Decimatron had begun to stand up. "We also need the ship to get more energy out of power stations everywhere else. Toncur wont be enough."

Amanda was shaking, she was so nervous; breathing hard, she looked to her co-workers frantically. "Oh goodness... This is it; they're going to destroy the world! Dear goodness..." Brad grabbed a hold of her shoulders.

"Calm down, Amanda--they're not going to destroy anything just yet," Brad said. "The milit..."

"It's over, Brad!" David interrupted. "There _is_ no military that can stand up to that! Not even RoboMan could stop them!!"

Aaron shook his head. "NO! They fought dirty!! They had an edge, I could see it. Brad--you saw, didn't you? There was something about what happened." Aaron was pondering the possibility that Toncur's gaining electricity from the power plant was the reason Decimatron was so powerful. He just couldn't put it into words.

RoboMan, however, remained in the smoking remains of the transformer that had occasionally sparked.

TO BE CONTINUED

Next time on RoboMan:

The ProcBots proceed to another power plant in Southern California while Earth's only hope lies with the four lifeguards. Find out what they do to help the Robon Warriors and save our world in the next episode of RoboMan!