Buzzing Guns

Drawoc Meets His Match!

2006-10-24T13:48:00.000-07:00

Spitfire and Slasher were having the time of their lives. Lost in the innocence of harmless fun, they forgot all about the Battle and Drawoc.
For once, Spitfire's aims were right on target, piercing each Light Eater so that a shower of Light burst forth, fizzing towards the heavens.
The little demons were surrounded by cascading Light, enjoying themselves.
Slasher had at last found a good use for his many knives; with one in each hand, he danced over the remaining Light Eaters stabbing them with glee.
`S'like popping balloons', he laughed as he took a stab at another Light Eater.
`Watch me Slasher', cried Spitfire, aiming himself at another Light Eater. But Slasher was
too busy enjoying himself to take any notice.
But then neither of them heard the approach of Drawoc's Space Hopper.
`WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING', screeched Drawoc, leaping out of his Space Hopper.
Startled, Spitfire and Slasher stopped in mid action and turned in Drawoc's direction.
He was still covered in dust and debris from the Moan Dome.
Spitfire's mouth gaped open at the sight of Drawoc.
`What's you's bin doin' of to get like that', said Spitfire.
`Never mind. I said, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING'
`We's popping the Light Eaters', replied Spitfire, matter of factly.
`Yeah, watch this Drawoc', said Slasher, raising his arm.
`YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE ON THEIR SIDE'
Spitfire looked startled. `But...isn't the Battle over'.
`Yeah', agreed Slasher. `Wiv all this light an' that, we thought it was finished'
Slasher's words had the power to sting Drawoc; somewhere deep inside he felt the disappointment of defeat. Not too long ago it looked as though they were winning. Now the Battle was over. Drawoc surveyed the scene in front of him. Showers of Light danced all around.
`Is it finished, Drawoc', said Spitfire.
Drawoc let out a deep sigh. `Yes, it's finished', he said in a low voice.
`Good, then we's can carry on bursting these Light Eaters', said Slasher, joyfully.
Slasher turned his back on Drawoc to resume his stabbing. Drawoc's eyes glinted behind his dark glasses. Once more he could feel his frustration welling up. Slasher bent forward, unwittingly presenting Drawoc with a target.
Drawoc pulled back his leg, gritted his teeth and directed his aim towards Slasher...
`Hey, leave him alone'
Drawoc turned in the direction of the voice, his leg suspended in mid air.
The Buzzin' Guns were lined up on the crest of the Wave, watching him. They looked super cool, standing with their feet apart, thumbs tucked inside their belts. Even Drawoc had to admit to himself there was nothing arrogant about them, despite just winning the Mother of Battles. How different it would have been if he was the victor. He would not have hesitated to flaunt his power, revelling in his new found status as Master of Earth. But the Buzzin' Guns handled their victory with cool. Dam and blast them!
Drawoc returned their stares, scanning the group; then his eyes fell on the child...the child he had sent to the House of Demons. Drawoc found himself staring intently at Baby.
What if...
Drawoc's lips curled into a characteristic snarl.
Suppose he managed to send the child back to the House of Demons! It was an irrisistable idea. Maybe he could claim a victory over Buzzin' Gun after all.
And what a victory!
Just when they thought it was all over. He would show them. Buzzin' Gun would have to go after the child again.
Drawoc could feel his determination replacing his frustration. He had to test his power once more. He began to focus all of his attention on the child, sending out magnetic rays of fear.
But Baby didn't flinch; he stood like the others, with his feet apart, thumbs tucked inside his belt, staring back at Drawoc as if he were no more than a gnat.
Drawoc could feel his anger rising. He would not be outdone by a child. He increased the intensity of his magnetic rays.
Buzzin' watched in silence, his instincts telling him not to interfere.
Baby had been through the House of Demons and faced his personal monsters; now he was facing his perpetrator.
Baby had to learn fear was something that could always dog you - and be dealt with...
`Stay cool...everyone', said Buzzin'
But Baby felt a frisson of fear as the intensity of Drawoc's rays increased, pulling him away from the others.
Then it dawned on Baby. He was facing the final test - Drawoc!
Of course he had to face and conquer Drawoc, otherwise just the mention of his name in the future could cause a reaction. Fear was a re-enactment of something from the past, how could you clear it...unless you faced it!
This insight made Baby feel even more sure of himself. He doubled his efforts, focusing all his energy on the Light.
But Drawoc was determined to have a victory over Buzzin' Gun. He had lost the Battle but if he could send the child back to the House of Demons...
For a few tense moments a battle of wills took place.
`Stay cool, Baby', whispered Buzzin'
But Baby began to move towards Drawoc...slowly inching forward, away from the others.
None of the gang moved to help Baby. Like Buzzin', they knew he had to defeat Drawoc by himself.
Drawoc watched Baby move towards him...his thin lips almost forming a rare smile.
`That's right, come to me', he urged.
Just a few more feet and then...the child was his!
Buzzin' and the gang watched helplessly as Baby moved further away from them and closer to Drawoc.
`No...no', gasped Angel.
`Let me get at him', said Fox, through gritted teeth.
`No. Stay cool', urged Buzzin' `Something's going on here'
The gang held their breath, willing Baby to win the war of wills.
But each moment took Baby further away from them and closer to the House of Demons!
The gap was closing. Drawoc wanted to reach out and grab hold of Baby, holding him aloft as he did before. But he waited, certain his moment would come.
For a moment, Drawoc allowed his concentration to waiver as he basked in the satisfaction that capturing the child once more, would bring.
Then suddenly, Baby shot forward on a section of the Wave, knocking Drawoc sideways. Before Drawoc could regain his balance, the Wave did a quick u-turn and scooped him up, tossing him in the air; Drawoc landed back on its crest with feet and arms splayed out, floundering helplessly as Baby took him on a roller coaster ride he would never forget.
The gang whooped and hollered with joy as they watched Baby surf the Wave with Drawoc, an unwilling passenger.
`Let me take you for a ride this time, Drawoc', laughed, Baby. He careered from left to right, then turned full circle with Drawoc bouncing around like a buoy on the ocean, arms flailing, totally at the mercy of the Wave and its swift movements.

Menroc jumped up and down with glee. `Look at that. Did you see what Baby did. He fooled Drawoc'
`Yes and yet it is because of Drawoc that Baby has a new found confidence', remarked His Grace.
`Because Drawoc sent him to the House of Demons'
`Exactly', replied His Grace. `Drawoc played an instrumental part in Baby's growth'.
Menroc nodded `Of course. Used wisely, the dark is one of the best teachers'
`It is. So let's hope that Baby is gentle with Drawoc', grinned His Grace.

The Wave dipped, somersaulted and spun Drawoc like a top before depositing him unceremoniously at the feet of Spitfire and Slasher.
The two little demons had looked on, open mouthed as Drawoc was thrown around helplessly.
`You wanna hand up', said Spitfire
`Yeah', said Slasher, holding out his hand.
Drawoc stared up at the two little guys. It was the final humiliation. Loosing the Battle and giving the enemy a party time; being taken for a ride by a child, only to end up defeated and exhausted at the feet of Spitifire and Slasher...his sidekicks.
For a long moment Drawoc lay at their feet, like a sacrificial lamb.
`You OK, Drawoc. Wanna hand', repeated Spitfire.
Drawoc shook his head `No. I can manage', he said, struggling to his feet.
He straightened himself up and looked in the direction of the Buzzin' Guns, who were still watching him.
Drawoc's eyes fell on Baby.
The child smiled back, triumphantly.
He had finally layed his demons to rest!

Drawoc's Last Stand

2006-10-17T14:26:00.000-07:00

From the safety of his bunker, the President of the United States watched in awe as the amazing conclusion to the Battle took place. The most powerful man in the world shook his head, wondering what the hell was going on. Quite simply, it looked like the mother of firework shows.
If the circumstances leading up to this awesome sight had not been so destructive, he could have enjoyed what he was witnessing...as it was, he couldn't be sure of anything anymore.
His thoughts were interrupted by one of his aids.
`Sir, we've just heard that the fighter planes are making their way back to Earth'
`Mission accomplished?' said the President
`Er, no sir', said the aid, shaking his head. `They didn't have chance to attack'
`Didn't have a chance', repeated the President, looking puzzled.
`Apparently they were intercepted by a mysterious force of energy that swept them off course and interferred with their radar equipment'
The President's eyes widened. He stared at his assistant as his brain filtered this latest piece of information. Mysterious force! If the latest hi-tech aircraft was no match for whatever was up there...
`Go on', murmured the President, turning away.
`We're just getting reports in that this Wave of energy blocked the progress of the pilots before they could take any action'
`I see', said the President, thoughtfully. But he didn't. He didn't understand what it all meant. All he knew was that he had to look as if he did!
The President turned back to the screen wondering when it would be safe to leave the bunker...

Now that the Light Eaters had given up the Light, they diminished in size and any remaining strength would be taken care of by the force of gravity.
Evil Eyes watched from his `Moan Dome' as the Light Eaters belched back the Light before shrinking into insignificant dots. He couldn't believe that his ingenious plan had been turned on its head, culminating in a dazzling display of Light. His humiliation was complete. Not only had he lost, but he was entertaining his enemies!
And how...
The greatest show of Light looked incredible from Earth. Light cascaded down from the heavens in giant waterfalls...shimmering, glittering, sparkling, dancing Light that mankind had been starved of for so long, was finding its way back to the Wave. Every moment, every particle of Light, increased the size of the Wave.

Drawoc marched towards Evil Eyes quarters, his mouth moving in sync with his thoughts. He couldn't wait to vent his frustration on that meddling meglamaniac. It was hard to believe that a short while ago he admired Evil Eyes's intelligence. Intelligence! What a fool he had been; it was bad enough loosing but to loose so prettily...to give the enemy a fun time.
Drawoc shook his head as he strode up to the security doors. At least he would have the satisfaction of telling Evil Eyes what he thought of him then he'd sort Spitfire out. The last time he saw little demon he was dive bombing towards the Light Eaters and piercing them with his horns the little...and Slasher was no better. Drawoc caught sight of him stabbing the Light Eaters with his knives.
Let me take care of Evil Eyes, thought Drawoc, then I'll sort those two out. Give me something to look forward to.
Drawoc marched across the great chasm of a room that housed Evil Eyes's Moan Dome.
`Drawoc...why have you returned'
Drawoc was momentarily taken aback by the question. Was this insufferable fool adding insult to injury? He could feel the frustration of the last hours welling up inside, ready to erupt.
`Why?', said Drawoc, in a dangerously low voice.
`JUST LOOK'. Drawoc's voice rang out, echoing around the near empty chamber. He turned to face the extra terrestrial TV screen.
`Look at that...that shambolic mess. How did you expect me to take over the world with that bunch of burping balls'
`I didn't know they could burp'
`Trust me, you said. NOW LOOK. Look at what you've creative'
`There's no need to shout' , said Evil Eyes
`YES THERE IS. I've had you shouting in my ears, giving me orders for hours. Now look. So much for taking over earth'.
`We nearly did it', responded Evil Eyes, lamely.
`Nearly isn't good enough', hissed Drawoc. `Nearly isn't what I had in mind. Nearly isn't what we planned.
`I know...I know'
`I've thought of everything you said', mimicked Drawoc. `Well...you hadn't thought of the Light Eaters burping back the Light because they couldn't hold it down'.
`Everything was going according to plan', said Evil Eyes.
`Plan! Let's talk about your plan to take over Earth', said Drawoc. `Explain to me how you can be in charge when all you've succeeded in doing is cause chaos. Chaos means everything is OUT OF CONTROL and that means you're not in control. GET IT'.
`It would have settled down...eventually. You shouldn't have taken those others with you. Look at them! They're doing more to help the Buzzin' Guns'
Drawoc turned to look at the screen.
Spitfire was still dive bombing the remaining Light Eaters and managing to impale them on his little horns. He looked thrilled. For the first time ever, he was right on target. Slasher was also enjoying himself stabbing the Light Eaters and watching the Light burst out of them. They were both enjoying themselves.
Drawoc turned to face Evil Eyes.
`Listen,' he said. `I wouldn't have won the battle because of them, so I haven't lost it because of them'.
`You seem to attract that sort...losers'
`That could explain why I've been drawn to you'
`How dare you'
`Yes. I do dare. Don't forget, you chose me to lead the Battle', replied Drawoc
`DONT REMIND ME', Evil Eyes voice rang out, richocheting around the vast chamber.
Drawoc waited for the noise to die away, but it seemed to grow louder as it travelled around the chamber.
Suddenly, the ground began to shake beneath his feet. Drawoc felt himself swaying from side to side; desparately, he looked around for something to hold onto. There was nothing. The chamber only housed the `Moan Dome'.
`Now look what you've done', cried Drawoc, trying to steady himself. The chamber began to shudder as the tremors increased in strength.
Drawoc was bent double, his feet sliding beneath him...arms flailing around like windmills, as he struggled to stop himself falling over.
`Yoouu...you...stupid...' gasped Drawoc, but the sound of his voice was drowned by a deafening shudder.
Drawoc began to make for the relative safety of the walls but giant cracks began to appear. He looked on horrified, as the cracks quickly made their way down the length of the walls, tearing them apart.
He had to get out. If he didn't, he would be buried alive!
The security doors where at the far end of the chamber. It was his only chance.
Drawoc stumbled towards the doors...his progress hampered by the increasing strength of the tremors; the ground shook and the chamber filled with clouds of dust, making it impossible to see. Hampered by the dust, Drawoc had no idea where he was going.
Another violent shudder shook the chamber; Drawoc staggered and fell forward, through the thickening dust onto the floor.
He lay prostrate, waiting for death to claim him. At least he wouldn't die in front of the Buzzin' Guns...or Evil Eyes for that matter.
He could hear the Moan Dome shaking and prayed that he would die before the glass cage crashed down on top of him.
Powerless, Evil Eyes shook like a mountainous jelly inside his glass dome, rattling from side to side. The violence of the tremors continued to increase until they reached a deafening crescendo.
Suddely, Evil Eyes lenses shattered, dividing into multi sections.
Then the tremors stopped as quickly as they started.
All was still.
Drawoc lifted his head and peered through the dust. The sudden silence felt eerie after the spectacular volume of noise. He waited for a moment before raising himself up on his hands. Then he slowly got to his feet, looking around at the devastation before taking a few tentative steps towards the Moan Dome.
When Drawoc reached the Moan Dome, he wiped away a thick layer of dust and peered inside. Evil Eyes stared back at him, his magnificent lenses shattered into a dozen or more sections.
`Your eyes...what's happened to your eyes', said Drawoc.
`Shattered' said Evil Eyes. `My focus has gone. You know what that means'
Drawoc nodded. Of course he knew. Unless Evil Eyes could find a way of mending his shattered lenses, he was effectively powerless. No longer would he be able to emit the powerful magnetic rays that had made him such a formidable enemy of the Brotherhood of Light.
The Light Eaters, an ingenious invention, had almost succeeded, but they were no match for the power of Light.
`Will you be able to mend...'
`I don't know. You'll have to help me' said Evil Eyes, sounding desparate.
Drawoc made no reply. He stared at Evil Eyes, seeing his reflection in the many segments of his lenses. Then slowly, he turned and began to make his way out of the Moan Dome.
`Where are you going', called Evil Eyes `You can't leave me'
Drawoc didn't look back or bother to answer. There was nothing for him here anymore.
But there was one last score to settle...
It would add a little sweetness to the bitter pill of defeat!

Blinded by the Light!

2006-09-22T13:52:00.000-07:00

Menroc didn't want to believe what he was seeing. Almost every country on Earth had launched their military aircraft. In a matter of minutes the sky would be swarming with fighter planes... their pilots on a kamikazee mission!
`Look at them', said Menroc, aghast at the sight of so many planes taking off. `Just about every country is sending aircraft to attack the Light Eaters'
`They are following the lead of the United States', said the Chief Councillor, shaking his head. `Now the countdown has begun'
`It's a race between the Buzzin' Guns and those aircraft', said Menroc.
`Yes', said the Chief Councillor. `The Battle is approaching its conclusion'
Menroc stole a glance at the Chief Councillor...his demeanour, always calm, gave nothing away. Menroc wanted to ask him if the Battle had gone the way he imagined it would, but realised the futility of the question. This was no time for asking questions. Now they could only wait, watch and hope. Menroc turned back to the Screen of Life...a huge concave screen, capable of showing every major event taking place on Earth at the same time.
The Buzzin' Guns could been seen at a distance far, far away from the Light Eaters.
Menroc managed to smile, despite his feelings of anxiety `If they take the Wave any further they'll meet up with the Light Eaters from behind', he joked. The Buzzin' Guns had taken the Wave into deep space territory...frontier land yet to be explored by man and home to galaxies as yet unnamed, millions of light years from Earth.
`I like their plan', said the Chief Councillor, smiling.
`So do I but if the military get to launch their weapons...', Menroc gulped, not wanting to finish the sentence.
`Before the Buzzin' Guns have time to execute their plan', said His Grace, `that's what you're concerned about, isn't it Menroc?'
Menroc couldn't help looking surprised at the question. He searched the faces of the elders before answering. These guys were so cool, he felt like a nervous wreck beside them. He was a nervous wreck! After all...it was his first time witnessing a Battle to save the Earth. And he hoped it would be his last!
`Isn't everyone', he said, at last.
`We are nearing the end of the Battle. The next minutes will be crucial. Timing is vital to the successful outcome of this Battle'
Yes, thought Menroc. Timing was crucial...timing was always crucial. The Buzzin' Guns would return to the scene of the Battle. But would they be in time? If they got the timing wrong...they could collide with the military aircraft!

Buzzin's instincts were so finely tuned he knew there was no time to waste. His intuition warned him when he was in the House of Demons that time was running out. Now he knew for certain that the powers on Earth were going to attack. If they didn't act fast, the situation would be taken out of their hands!
`OK guys', said Buzzin', addressing the gang. `We've gotta speed the action up. We'll take the Wave forward so fast they won't see us comin'
Everyone was ready, realising that this would probably be their last chance to conquer Drawoc and his army of Light Eaters. They had to disempower that mass of dark energy once and for all for Earth to survive.
The gang stood on the crest of the Wave, held magically by its powerful vibration of Light energy. They looked cool, confident...itching to race towards the Light Eaters and blast them into outer space and beyond into oblivion.
`Yeah...let's do it', said Quicksilver.
`Baby...you come with me', said Buzzin'
`No...it's OK Buzzin'. I can do it on my own now', replied Baby, confidently.
Buzzin' studied Baby for a moment; there was no evidence of the child who had clung to his legs on the intitial journey to the Battle. Baby had been through the House of Demons and had conquered his fears. How he had grown in confidence. Now he was ready to stand alone.
`That's right. You can do it, Baby', replied Buzzin'
`You betcha he can', agreed the rest of the gang.
`OK. Everyone ready?', cried Buzzin'
He knew he didn't need to ask. He could tell by their faces...the eagerness of their expressions...their body language...they were ready.
`Thought you'd never ask', said Funnybone
`Then let's do it'. Let's sort out those Light Eaters once and for all'
`You betcha', they all cried.
The Wave shot forwward, hurtling through space at a breathtaking speed. Stars and galaxies flashed past, their forms barely discernible as the Wave sped along. Baby had somehow managed to forge ahead of the others...legs bent, his body leaning forward...a look of total concentration etched on his face.
Menroc watched open mouthed as the Buzzin' Guns raced towards the Light Eaters.
`Wow, look at them go', he said, breathlessly. `I wish I was with them'
`We are...in spirit', replied the Chief Councillor.
`Yeah...but there's nothing like the excitement of being there physically', sighed Menroc. `I mean...just look at them'...
The elders craned forward, their faces bright with wonder as they watched the marvellous spectacle in front of them.
`Look at Baby', cried one of the elders.
The Chief Councillor nodded his head, knowlingly. He had been right to send the child. Of course he knew that Baby's fear would set up a magnetic energy field which would attract the attention of Drawoc, but Baby needed to conquer his demons. So Drawoc had effectively played an instrumental part in helping Baby grow!
`Go on Baby', murmured the Chief Councillor. `You show them'
Baby continued to hold the lead. With his arms outstretched he allowed the Wave to take him on a journey faster than the speed of sound. The two were as one, melded together by the same vibrational energy. For the first time in his life, Baby felt fearless. His journey through the House of Demons had taught him a valuable lesson.
Fear had taken him there and Light had released him.
`You either let it go, or let it grow', Buzzin' had always said. And he was right.
Baby knew he could trust the Wave to hold him no matter how fast it moved. He felt the exhilaration that only freedom from fear can bring. He was heading towards the Light Eaters with Buzzin and the rest of the gang, determined to conquer the Dark. And he felt sure they could do it.

On another part of the Screen of Life, military aircraft were speeding towards the same target... and they were right on course.
The Buzzin' Guns had to stop the Light Eaters before the rockets could be launched. But right now, they were both on time...heading towards the same target. Menroc's lips moved in silent pray, his heart pounding in his ears...

The US President and his family had been safely spirited away to a bomb proof bunker deep within the Arizona dessert. He was surrounded by CIA, military staff and some key members of White House personnel. The tension was almost palpable. No one knew what the next few hours would hold. For the first time since the `black cloud' had appeared, the President allowed himself to think of the worst case scenario. Earth could be destroyed!
Even if it wasn't, there was no doubt that law and order had almost ceased to exist. Nature had caused some catastrophic situations, creating devastating situations for the inhabitants and authorities alike. Something had to be done. The President scanned the faces of those surrounding him. If they all survived, what would they have to face when they left the bunker?
A world ravaged by Nature, man and military weapons.
And if they all died...
The President swallowed hard and wondered if his faith would lead him to heaven...
Or was he a co-creator in making hell on earth!

Drawoc felt agitated. The absence of the Wave and the Buzzin' Guns did nothing to reassure him.
They would return, he was certain. But where were they? The atmosphere had become alive with tension. Unless it was his imagination, he was almost certain that some of the Light Eaters looked as if they were about to burst. Was the atmosphere making them change shape, he wondered.
`I don't like this...I don't like it one bit', he muttered out loud. `Where are they?'
`Hey Drawoc', cried Spitfire. `Has we won the Battle?'
`D'you think I'd be hanging around here if we had!' shouted Drawoc. At least he had Spitfire to vent his frustration on.
`Were's them Buzzin' Guns, then?'
`That's what I'd like to know', said Drawoc, turning back to the horizon. He could feel his resentment growing. He cursed under his breath, then out loud. He felt completely impotent.
The Wave had left the Battle...disappearing in a nano second. How he envied the speed and flexibility of the Light...its dexterity to out manoeuvre the Light Eaters always enraged him. Here he was, stuck with a mass of barely moving energy. If only the Light Eaters could move faster. Drawoc snarled. Now matter what Evil Eyes said, the Wave had more power than either of them liked to admit!
But where was it? Drawoc knew that when it returned there would no time to think about tactics...no warning. The Wave of Light would come out of nowhere and there would be no time to outwit the Buzzin' Guns.
Drawoc looked across at the mass of Light Eaters...bloated and distorted, before scanning the horizon once more.
Somewhere out there, the Buzzin' Guns were getting ready to attack and all he could do was wait...

Menroc watched in awe as the Buzzin' Guns raced through space. Such was their speed, the millions of stars that littered the milky way couldn't be seen by the naked eye. It looked as though the Wave had wiped out everything in its path. Of course it hadn't; the speed had created a distortion, practically filling the Screen of Life as it sped towards the Light Eaters.
`At that speed you could knock Earth off of its axis', said Menroc.
`They will soon be there', said His Grace.
`And so will the military, too', said one of the elders.
Menroc sucked in his breath. The planes carrying the bombs were getting dangerously close to their target. The military were approaching the Light Eaters...and so were the Buzzin' Guns!

Riding the Wave was exhilarating! The Buzzin' Guns, balancing on the crest, felt its power surge through them, renewing every cell in their bodies with the power of Light. Thus the Buzzin' Guns and the Wave's vibration became one. The Wave gathered height as it sped along, taking the gang on a journey that defied belief. But the sheer speed also acted as a catalyst, creating even more power as it raced towards it target.

The first military pilot to catch sight of the `black cloud', felt a shock of fear course through his body. Close up, the `cloud' was immense and looked eerily sinister. But it was the depth of darkness that frightened him...a darkness he had never encountered before...heavy, dense...as though it was pressing down and could crush anything in its path. As a kid he didn't mind the dark but this was different...unnatural. He could feel every muscle in his body tighten as fear took a hold. He didn't want to fly into that stuff...whatever it was, his instinct told him it was dangerous.
He knew he'd never escape if he got too close. He could see himself being sucked in...swallowed up and disappearing into the thick, swampey matter.
Not far behind him was the rest of his squad.
`Hey Mitch...you read me'
`Yeah'
`This stuff is weird...really weird'
`Tell me about it. It looks gross'
`Let's get rid of our load an get outta here'
`We'll have to fly above this stuff to drop a bomb on it'
`I ain't flying into this stuff...no way'
`Whatta we gonna do'
`Get outta here...asap'...
`You mean...disobey orders?'
`I mean...what the...aarrgghh'...

The impact of the Wave when it reached its target was astonishing. The Light Eaters were pulled apart, swept up and tossed into the air like weightless balloons. The tulmultous effect of uprooting the mass of dense energy and sending it in every direction looked so dramatic from Earth, it created as much fear as the disappearance of the sun.
The Wave tore through the main body of the Light Eaters, cleaving them apart with the precision of a surgeon's scalpel.
The Buzzin' Guns were in their element. The journey towards the Light Eaters had re-energised their systems, making them feel invincible. They steered the Wave around, above and over the remaining Light Eaters...their movements so swift, a blink of an eye and the action was over.
The dark mass of energy was scattered into a million pieces, filling the sky with giant, black matter as they rocketed in every direction...on course for oblivion. Now they had been forced apart, the Light Eaters no longer possessed the same strength and with their power weakened, they couldn't re-group.
Evil Eyes watched with growing agitation as the Wave claimed an amazing victory over his Light Eaters.
`Do something, Drawoc', hissed Evil Eyes.
`Like what', shouted Drawoc.
`You're in charge...think of something'
`I thought you said you had thought of everything. Look at this mess yoouu...'
Drawoc didn't finish the sentence. The sight that met his eyes took his breath away and robbed him of the power of speech. It also made him realise the futility of any further action.
The Light Eaters had begun to belch, sending showers of Light in every direction. Light rained down, filling the sky with glittering particles that were being drawn back to the Wave.
Still mute, Drawoc shook his head. His worst fears had been realised. He had been right to think the plan was too ambitious. Why had he let Evil Eyes talk him into this absurd idea - covering Earth in darkness.
Drawoc could feel his anger rising as he watched the Light Eaters throw up the Light they had dissolved. Evil Eyes was a fool and now he looked like one too. He should have known that dark and Light are as compatible as oil and water.
Maybe the Battle was lost but at least he would have the satisfaction of a victory over Evil Eyes. Drawoc set his Space Hopper on course for the Moan Dome...

`Hey look', shouted Menroc. `They're regurgitating the Light'.
`You know what this means...the Light Eaters cannot digest Light', cried Menroc, excitedly. `They can't keep it down'
The Chief Councillor smiled. `Exactly, my friend. It was only a question of time before they had to return it'
Menroc jerked his head in the direction of the Chief Councillor, staring open mouthed as he realised His Grace had always known the likely outcome. `You mean...you knew...you knew all along', murmured Menroc.
The Chief Councillor turned to Menroc, smiling. `But we had to let the energy play out the Battle'
`And Baby...you knew he would end up in the House of Demons'
The Chief Councillor gave Menroc a cool look. `Yes', he replied, coolly. `Baby had to face his fears and Drawoc was the only one who could help him'
`Whhaat...Drawoc', gasped Menroc
`Yes my friend', replied the Chief Councillor, calmly. `Used wisely, the dark is one of our greatest teachers. Drawoc sent Baby to the House of Demons. I knew Buzzin' would never leave Baby there, despite my instructions that nobody was to leave the Wave. Now look at Baby compared to when he left for the Battle'
Menroc had to admit it was true. Baby now possessed far more confidence because of his fearsome lessons in the House of Demons.
`I'm almost lost for words', was all Menroc could say, shaking his head.
`Then may I suggest we watch the fireworks', said the Chief Councillor smiling broadly. Menroc threw back his head, laughing. `You will never cease to amaze me, Your Grace'
`Good', smiled His Grace. `It's fun to be amazing'!

Evil Eyes was so shocked to see his beloved Light Eaters regurgitate the Light they had swallowed, his huge eyes shattered in a dozen pieces, impairing his focus and thus robbing him of much of his power. He could no longer send out dark rays of energy towards his adversaries.
Everywhere he looked he saw a dozen images of the same thing. Confused and disorientated, Evil Eyes was effectively disarmed...

The effect of the Light Eaters burping back the Light they'd swallowed, was incredible; particles of Light shot out of their mouths like shooting stars that broke up into a myriad of pieces, sending showers of Light in every direction. The sky had become host to a tremendous firework display!
There was no need for the Buzzin' Guns to attack the Light Eaters anymore...instead they held their positions and watched as the most wonderful conclusion took place. The sky was awash with colour and Light.
`I don't believe this', fumed Drawoc. `Not only have we been defeated, we're giving them a party!'
Vespa and Vespoola stared at the showers of Light cascading down around them...their faces masks of disappointment.
`Call this a battle. More like a celebration', snorted Vespoola. Vespa could only shake her head as she stared at the Light raining down. Her dreams of fighting one last big Battle had faded before her eyes.
`Told ya that Dragwort knowed nuthin' `bout battles', said Vespoola.
`This ain't doin' our street cred any favours, sis', sniffed Vespa.
`You's be right there. Maybe we should git ourselves gone', suggested Vespoola
Vespa nodded...somehow she didn't think there was any point in staying around.
`I's wiv you sis. Let's git outta `ere'...

The fighter pilots had been literally blinded by the Light. They didn't have time to think or react. Without warning, they were swept up and held by an immense Wave of Light that transported them away from the dark `cloud'.
The pilots instinctively reacted with fear. Nothing in their training had prepared them for the weirdness of being carried by a blinding Light force. Their aircraft felt like bolster wood compared to the strength of the Light. Encapsulated in their aircraft and isolated from their fellow pilots, each man felt more keenly his own mortality. Yet the Wave held them safe; there was nothing violent about the journey, despite its incredible speed. Even more noticeable was the sense of strength and calm that gradually filtered through to each man from the Wave's vibrational energy.
The Wave carried the aircraft forward until they were well away from the Light Eaters and back into the Earth's atmosphere. Then the Wave was gone.
The pilots felt dazed and amazed. Their instrument panels, rendered useless during their incredible journey, were now working and their aircraft right on course...
For Earth!

`Look at that', gasped Menroc. `The military are going back to Earth!'
`Exactly. Every situation has its own way of working out in the end, my friend'
`I'm sorry...sorry I didn't have more faith', said Menroc.
`Then you've learnt a very valuable lesson', smiled the Chief Councillor.
Menroc grinned...then threw his head back and laughed.
`So that's why you asked me here'...
`Kill two birds with one stone, I think is the expression', said the Chief Councillor, smiling...

Back To The Battle!

2006-09-12T03:09:00.000-07:00

The Light carrying Buzzin and Baby back to the Wave hurtled through space like a comet...
The Light Eaters had grown immensely, much to Evil Eyes satisfaction. Drawoc, however, remained cynical, frustrated because of their increasing slowness.
`If they get any slower, they'll stop', he complained.
`Exactly. Once they've covered Earth we don't want them moving...do we', said Evil Eyes, derisively.
`I suppose', Drawoc, grudgingly admitted.
`Soon we will have control of Earth. Think Drawoc. This is our finest hour'
`Not quite. There's still the rest of the Buzzin' Guns and what remains of the Wave'
`Well, you've taken care of Buzzin' Gun. I'm sure you'll manage the others. As for the Wave, the Light Eaters will take care of that'
Drawoc lips curled at the thought of Buzzin' Gun trapped in the House of Demons. He congratulated himself on executing such a clever move. But there was no time to indulge in his reverie. The Wave was heading towards him, once more...

Menroc shook his head; his heart felt heavy with despair. Despite the valiant efforts of the rest of the Buzzin' Guns, they were loosing the Battle. At least, it looked that way.
`It doesn't look good'
`All is not lost, my friend', said the Chief Councillor. `Don't forget, we are witnessing a power struggle between two energies - Light and Dark and the balance of power can shift anytime'.
`We need it to shift soon', sighed Menroc. `Look...', he said pointing to another part of the Screen of Life. The US military where in the final stages of preparing for a military offensive against the Light Eaters.; other countries were also preparing to send their own military aircraft.
`If they launch an attack...' Menroc's voice trailed off. He didn't want to put into words what could happen. If the aggressive energy of the military collided with the Light Eaters, it would surely create a vortex and probably suck Earth into a oblivion!
`Time is running out'
`The tide always turns when it is at its lowest ebb', said the Chief Councillor.
` Look, Your Grace', said one of the elders pointing to the Screen of Life.
Menroc and the Chief Councillor followed the gaze of the elder. Sure enough, a comet shaped sphere of Light was blazing a trail towards the Wave.
Menroc held his breath as he watched the progress of the comet. The elders leaned forward, their faces bright with expectation.
`This is what we have been waiting for', murmured the Chief Councillor.
All at once the comet shattered, bursting into a thousand particles like a magnificent firework as it joined forces and blended with the Wave.
Then the particles of Light scattered, revealing Buzzin' and Baby standing on the Wave. Buzzin' tall, commanding, victorious; Baby grinning from ear to ear but with a new-found air of confidence.
Menroc gasped at the best sight he'd seen since the Battle began. `They're back', he cried. `Buzzin' got Baby out of the House of Demons'
The Chief Councillor smiled `Buzzin' and faith got Baby through that ordeal and they will do the same again with the Battle'
`Am I pleased to see them back' grinned Menroc.
`Now watch the balance of power change', said the Chief Councillor...

The rest of the gang could hardly believe their eyes. Buzzin' and Baby were back! They knew Buzzin' was more than capable of rescuing Baby; what they didn't know was how long it would take. For a few short moments they forgot about the Battle, rejoicing in Buzzin' and Baby's safe return. Although they had remained cool in Buzzin's absence, having him back on board reinforced their confidence and it would show Drawoc what he was up against. The gang whooped and hollered their joy, punching the air as they circled round Buzzin' and Baby.
`Hey man, its great to see you two back', cried Foxy
`It's great to be back', said Buzzin.
`Hey, Baby...you OK?'. The three women circled around Baby, looking concerned.
`I'm cool...really cool thanks', said Baby, standing with his feet apart and his thumbs jammed into his belt.
Baby's new found air of confidence made the rest of the gang stare; then suddenly they all threw their heads back, laughing but Baby remained unmoved.
`Hey look', cried Baby. `The Light Eaters are trembling'
Everyone turned in the direction of the Light Eaters. For a moment they just stared at them, looking bewildered. The Light Eaters were shaking, trying to shrink back as if they were afraid.
`Has this happened before', said Buzzin
`No', replied Golden King. ` First time we've seen them do this'
`P'raps they didn't like the sound of laughter', suggested Baby.
`You could be right there, Baby', said Buzzin', slowly.
` It would make sense. They wouldn't like anything light', said Quicksilver.
`What do you suggest guys...we laugh ourselves hoarse', said Angel.
`Cool way to win a battle...with laughter', said Jethro
`They're sensitive to the vibration of laughter', said Buzzin', thoughtfully.
`They've grown but they're much slower', explained Golden King.
Buzzin' remained silent whilst the others filled him in with the details of their attempts to stop the Light Eaters.
`We've attacked them from every angle...even cutting through them but they still manage to devour the Light', said Quicksilver.
`Yeah...that's the problem. As soon as the Light comes into contact with them, it disappears', explained Golden King.
Buzzin' nodded thoughtfully, his eyes never straying from the mass of dark energy in front of him.
`We need to do something to tip the balance', said Funnybone.
`We'll retreat' suggested Buzzin. `Let Drawoc think we've given up and left him to it'.
`Then what', said Jethro.
The rest of the gang looked puzzled. No one had thought of leaving the Battle.
`Then we return at such a high speed, they'll wonder what hit them. The impact should send them into oblivion'
The gang's faces broke out into big grins of approval. This was more like it. Trust Buzzin' to come up with a dramatic plan... simple but obvious. It made sense; the Light Eaters were so slow and the Wave could move at astonishing speeds; if they attacked the Wave from a greater distance, the impact would surely send them hurtling into space. It was worth a try.
`Sounds good', said Saphyr.
`Yeah, but guys...won't they re-group again?', said Star, looking concerned.
`At the rate they're movin', it'll take a few hundred years, babe', replied Buzzin', confidently.
`That doesn't sound such a long time in these circumstances', said Star.
`It's long enough. OK guys. There's no time to waste. Lets do it', ordered Buzzin'. `Let's get this sorted out once and for all'
They positioned themselves ready to be pulled back by the Wave. Without warning, the Wave snapped back as if it was on a piece of elastic. The mass of Light Eaters suddenly grew smaller, disappearing before their eyes.
It felt strange to be retreating and the gang knew that victory depended on this idea of Buzzin's...

Drawoc had witnessed Buzzin's return with a sense of disbelief and mounting fury.
`Look who's back'. Evil Eyes voice cackled over the air waves. `Your opposite number'
`I can see that', rasped Drawoc, his nostril flaring with rage.
`Your plan didn't work'
`Do you always have to state the obvious', snarled Drawoc. He knew Buzzin' would survive the House of Demons but he'd hoped that finding the child would take forever...at least long enough to conquer Earth. Now he was back with the child who glowed with confidence, attracting more Light energy.
`Well...what is your next move', persisted Evil Eyes
`I'm going to play it by ear - what d'you think'
`I didn't put you in charge of the Light Eaters to play. You'd better be quick'
`QUICK', shouted Drawoc. `With that army of snails!'
Suddenly, a blinding flash of light streaked passed Drawoc. It was the Wave. Drawoc watched, his eyes narrowing into slits as the Buzzin's Guns disappeared into the distance. The Wave retreated until it was nothing more than a thin streak of light on the horizon. To Drawoc's surprise it disappeared altogether.
Drawoc felt rattled. Buzzin' Gun didn't give up; it wasn't in his nature to behave like a defeatist, yet he had left the Battle. It didn't add up.
`It looks as though they've handed us victory on a plate'
`Looks', said Drawoc with heavy emphasise, `can be deceiving. They're up to something'
`In the meantime the Light Eaters can continue to make progress', said Evil Eyes
`I don't like this. I don't like it at all'...
Drawoc scanned the horizon for any sign of Light. There was none. Yet the air had become heavy with expectation, leaving him in no doubt that Buzzin' was up to something. Could they have returned to reinforce the Wave with more Light, he wondered. He turned towards the Light Eaters; they resembled fat balloons...incapable of moving at a significant rate. How could he win the Battle with a stationery army? He also noticed how they had trembled, shrinking back from the Wave.
`The calm before the storm, eh Drawoc', said Evil Eyes, breaking into his train of thought.
`That's what it feels like'
`You'd better prepare'
`And do what', snapped Drawoc. `Your Light Eaters may have multiplied but now they're practically immobile. What use is that is to me. Whether you like it or not Evil Eyes, we're impotent...sitting ducks. Movement matters...its everything in war'
`Let them move. Let them charge. The Light Eaters will devour the Wave as soon as it comes into contact with it. They don't need to move anymore...just multiply'
`I suppose you're right', conceded Drawoc. `That being the case, there is nothing to do but wait'
`Keep an eye on those others', instructed Evil Eyes. Drawoc threw a glance in the direction of Vespa and her sister. Spitfire and Slasher were had resumed their antics and were riding on the back of a clump of Light Eaters.
Drawoc zoomed towards them in his Space Hopper.
`Was gooin' on, Dragwort. Call this a battle', sniffed Vespa
`We're having a tea break, but don't worry... normal action will be resumed shortly', said Drawoc, sarcastically.
`You's betta be right', said Vespoola. `We's here to see sum action'
`Oh you will. You will see plenty of action', replied Drawoc, scanning the horizon for any sign of the Wave.
He knew they would return. And he also knew the Wave would travel so fast its impact could have dire results for the Light Eaters.
In the meantime the atmosphere was electric...alive with expectation and anticipation
But there was nothing to do except wait..

Far below on a US military base, the final arrangements were being put into place to launch a military attack against the `black cloud'. Rockets and missiles had been loaded on board the most up to date military aircraft, capable of surpassing the speeds and heights achieved by `normal' military aircraft. These high tech machines could travel at colossal speeds. But the there was one big drawback; only a small number of men were qualified to fly these super aircraft. If the mission failed, there were no replacement aircraft..nor would there be anymore men to fly them!
`Gentlemen...this is a mission with a difference' The voice of the commander in Chief echoed around the aircraft hanger.
`Success of this mission is essential not just for the stability of the US...but the rest of the world'. The Commander in Chief chose his words very carefully. He realised the importance of sending these men into battle with a positive image...one that epitimised the importance of their mission. `Make no mistake, if you get this right, you will be heroes. The world will be indebted to you'
The chosen few cast furtive glances at each other. They were fighting blind. No one knew what the hell that black stuff was up there and if it was causing such turmoil down here, what were they flying into?

Lost In The Living Labyrinth of Fear

2006-09-05T13:48:00.000-07:00

Buzzin had long since sensed the urgency of the situation taking place between the Light Eaters and the rest of the gang. Even in the House of Demons you could not escape vibrational energy and those vibrations carried their own message. Time was running out! He had to get back to the battle but Baby needed him. There was no way he could leave Baby alone. But how many more fears did Baby have to face...one or a dozen? Somehow, Buzzin had to speed things up.
`Baby, listen to me. You must keep thinking of Light...not just when you're facing your fears but all the time. Imagine Light around you NOW and keep holding the image in your mind'
`Now'
`Yeah. Think of the Wave of Light all the time', urged Buzzin. `Remember, if the Wave of Light can defeat the Light Eaters, it can take care of your fears. We're needed back on the Wave. Somethin's going on and we must get back to help the others'
`OK. I'll try'
Baby desparately wanted to get out of the dark and back to the rest of the gang. He wanted to feel free and happy once more...riding the Wave. But hadn't he been afraid of the Wave...not trusting it to hold him safe? And his fear had brought him here...to the House of Demons. But he was also learning about Light and how to use it to conquer his fears. If he got back on the Wave, he would never feel afraid again. He knew now that he could trust the Light; he could also rely on the dark to produce whatever he was afraid of. Baby took a deep breath, closed his eyes and tried to focus all his energy on the Light. But as Baby closed his eyes he could feel the dark crowding in on him once more.
Instead of thinking of the Light, Baby found himself worrying about the next monster.
Buzzin sensed the change in Baby.
`Think of the Light and how much you've achieved so far not what you're about to face', advised Buzzin'
`OK', said Baby, tremulously.
Baby could feel the dark separating him from Buzzin. As the dark pulled him, he tried to stem the flow of fear that threatened to overwhelm him but until he knew what lay in wait, he found it almost impossible to think of the Light and without Light how could he make his fear disappear?
Suddenly, Baby found himself at the entrance to a narrow passage. Baby stood on the threshold, his heart pounding against his chest. He didn't want to go down that passage; something lay in wait for him and the passage stretched on endlessly.
But the dark responded to his thoughts and pulled him over the threshold. Baby's footsteps echoed, their sound eerily magnified by the heavy silence surrounding him.
Each step took him further away from Buzzin and that thought alone made Baby feel afraid. Buzzin' always knew what to do in any situation.
Baby tried to turn and retrace his steps but the dark, cold and unyielding, pushed him onwards, further away from his protector and friend.
Baby had no choice. He made his way along the narrow chasm that seemed to stretch into eternal darkness and isolation. Suddenly the passage turned, sending Baby in a different direction. As Baby stumbled on, he began to sense that the passage was responding to his fear.
Instinctively, he reached out tentative fingers and touched the walls. But as the flesh of his fingers met the cold, damp surface, his heart lurched and his body gave an involuntary shudder. The walls pulsated, yielding to his touch. Baby quickly snatched his hand away, his body shaking with revulsion; his throat constricted, trapping his breath until he began to gasp for air. In that moment, Baby realised there was no monster to face. The passage was the monster.
It was ALIVE! A living, breathing organism of endless, pulsating passages that responded to his thoughts and touch...existing on his fear!
Baby's stomach convulsed as he realised he was trapped in an oblivion of living tunnels that would never let him escape or rest.
Buzzin' couldn't be near him, not now. The dark had separated them forever.
Baby felt overwhelmed by the horror of the situation.
The walls responded to his reaction and closed in on him until he could feel the pressure of their touch squeezing him with a softness that repulsed him, their cold breathe on his cheek, their pulsating softness as near to him as his own heartbeat.
He was LOST...swallowed up by eternal darkness in a living labyrinth of fear!
Baby tried to fight a rising tide of nausea but still the darkness forced him on. The labyrinth twisted and turned more frequently, taking him in every direction that went nowhere.
With growing despair, Baby noticed his footsteps felt uneven; the floor of the labyrinth had begun to rise with every intake of breath.
He was in a maze that not only breathed but sapped his strength. Baby's head began to ache with the weight of his fear.
`Fear strengthens your doubts and weakens your faith. Only Light can conquer fear'
The words had a will o' the wisp quality...delicate and transient, like a gentle breath of fresh air. Yet they had the strength to renew Baby's hope.
Buzzin' was waiting, willing him to use the Light.
He had to focus on the Light...something he hadn't attempted since he stepped into the laybrinth.
But the darkness wouldn't allow him to stop...it pushed him onwards through the labyrinth now twisting and turning so frequently, he felt giddy and disorientated.
Baby closed his eyes and tried to ignore the touch of the walls, the undulating floor and the pull of the dark. In a moment of clarity, Baby realised that the dark could only pull him because of his fear. Without fear the dark would have no hold on him. But the labyrinth was alive, it could read his thoughts. Suddenly, the floor
heaved, causing Baby to loose his balance and topple forward. How could he concentrate on the Light when the labyrinth knew his thoughts?
But Buzzin's words and their urgency about returning to the Wave penetrated the fog in Baby's mind.
The Wave. That was it! The floor felt like the Wave...rising and falling. All he had to do was pretend he was on the Wave every time it moved. The idea spurred Baby on, renewing his hope. He would use the labyrinth to escape!
Baby imagined the Wave of Light rising and falling in time with each movement...the snake like undulations no longer represented the dark...he could imagine they were working to his advantage. Baby closed his eyes, ignoring the pressure of the walls but the floor convulsed, sending a shudder of fear through his body. Baby steadied himself and drew in his breath, forcing himself to imagine the Wave of Light cascading down, like a giant waterfall.
All at once, Baby sensed the Light enveloping him in its brilliance. At the same time, the dark released its hold and the walls begin to fall away. Baby could feel his fear begin to evaporate as the balance of energy shifted. He opened his eyes. The entrance to the labyrinth was slowly disappearing...shrinking back into the darkness where it would await another victim of fear.
As Baby watched he vowed never to be trapped again...by anything. If fear created monsters and took you away from those you loved, trapping you in darkness, then he would practice staying in the Light.
The labyrinth finally disappeared but the Light continued to grow, surrounding Baby in its brilliance.
Baby spun round, searching the Light for any signs of darkness - there were none. He let out a gasp as he realised sunk in. He was finally free...free from the darkness of his mind. Free from the House of Demons!
`I'm FREE' he shrieked, punching the air with joy. `Buzzin', I'm FREE. I'm free'
Buzzin was there, beside him, laughing at Baby's joy.
`Hey, fella. You've done something wonderful. You've conquered the House of Demons and all your fears. Well done, Baby'
`Wow', gasped Baby, as he took in the meaning of Buzzin's words. `I conquered the House of Demons. Wow! How cool is that'
`Really, cool...and then some'
`Wow. I did it, Buzzin' - I did it', cried Baby ecstatically.
`I knew you could. Now you know how to conquer fear. You've learnt one of the most valuable lessons. Now listen, we've got to get back to the others'
`Yeah. I can't wait. The Light will take us, huh'
`That's right, so hold on fella'
Baby could feel the Light cocooning him. Then all at once it was speeding towards the Wave and the rest of the gang.
Buzzin' and Baby were free at last...free to fight another Battle!

As Above, So Below

2006-08-30T14:26:00.000-07:00

Earth trembled under the impact of the war in the sky.
Flashes of light brighter than a summers day lit up the darkening world followed by the blackest interludes. This strange phenomenon created a wave of panic that vibrated across the world.
`Mr President...sir, would you please re-consider your decision to launch a military attack. What's going on up there has more to do with environmental pollution. We need to find out more before we take any action', implored Greg Schooster.
The President studied the young man standing before him. He didn't doubt that Greg Schooster knew his stuff when it came to science. He was, after all, one of the world's best brains on the subject of environmental issues but the world was careering out of control. Regardless of what was causing the bizarre occurrences, a military attack would send a warning signal to those who were trying to take matters into their own hands. And there were plenty! Religious leaders; groups of terrorists; power hungry militants of some of the poorer countries, besides every rogue and criminal who was determined to help themselves and hang the consequences. This situation had opened the floodgates to everyone with a hidden agenda. He had no choice. As President of the most powerful country in the world, he had to demonstrate to the rest of the world that America was still in control. If he didn't do something, it could be taken as a sign of weakness...an inability to take control of a worsening situation. What a message to the terrorists of the world!
No...as much as he sympathised with Greg Schooster, his thinking behind his decision made sense.
`I can't do that. I won't. My decision remains unchanged', said the President, determinedly.
Greg Schooster's shoulders visibly sunk. He looked at the President but instead of seeing the most powerful man in the world, he could only see chaos!

The Brotherhood continued to follow events on the Screen of Life.
`I wish I'd gone with them', said Menroc, despairingly. Crazy as it seemed, he felt somehow responsible for the situation. He now wished he'd intervened when the His Grace insisted on Baby going along. The decision perplexed him at the time and still did. There had to be a reason. His Grace would not have knowingly put the child in danger...
`This is a task for the Buzzin' Guns alone', said the Chief Councillor interrupting Menroc's train of thought.
`If only Buzzin' where back on the Wave. I can't bear to think of Baby in that...that place'
`There is a reason for everything and an answer to every problem. Lack of faith always makes the lesson harder. Don't forget Menroc...we are all tested. All of us'
Menroc smiled, weakly. There was a crumb of comfort in the Chief's words.
`Some test this is, huh'
`Nothing is what it seems. Try and have more faith, my friend'
Encouraged by the Chief Councillors last words, Menroc began to feel calmer. Of course His Grace was right, in any event he should have more faith. Faith turned dreams into reality; faith gave people hope in the most difficult circumstances.
Menroc felt disappointed in himself but then this was the Final Conflict - the Mother of Battles being waged to decide Earth's future! And he never dreamt that Baby would be pulled from the protection of the Wave or imagined Buzzin' leaving the Wave and the battle. What else could he do? If Buzzin hadn't gone after Baby, the child would never escape from the House of Demons.
Menroc knew the House of Demons could holds its victims forever, locked in their own fear. He shuddered at the thought. Yes, Buzzin' had done right to go after Baby but if only they would return...soon.
`They will return, my friend', said the Chief Councillor, reading Menroc's thoughts.
`Yes', thought Menroc. But will it be in time. Drawoc had executed a brilliant move drawing Baby towards him. Baby's own fear had created a magnet for Drawoc and that's what Menroc didn't understand. Knowing Baby's fear would set up a magnetic field, why send him? It was like handing the child to Drawoc on a plate!
Menroc couldn't rid himself of the idea that His Grace had played right into Drawoc's hands...and if he had, then it brought his wisdom into question and Menroc found that incomprehensible. No...he wouldn't go there.
He knew is own fear, fuelled by the current situation, stood between him and understanding His Grace's motives for sending Baby.
Menroc stole a glance at the calm countenance, wishing he could calm his own doubts. He turned back to the Screen of Life; the Light Eaters had grown enormously and the Wave had diminished significantly. It didn't look good.
But the rest of the gang were doing an excellent job...surfing the Wave like a group of joy riders. They sure made it look like fun...taking the Wave above, around and through the Light Eaters at breathtaking speeds.
Despite his misgivings Menroc smiled as he watched Drawoc trying to dodge the Wave of Light speeding towards him once again. Drawoc's Space Hopper was no match for the Wave. He had his work cut out trying to keep out of the way, command the Light Eaters and deal with Evil Eyes ranting his orders.
Yet it was the military powers on Earth that had become the biggest concern. Their determination to launch an assault on the mysterious black `cloud' had created a time limit. If the assault went ahead it could create a `black hole'and send Earth into oblivion as well as other galaxies. Menroc grimaced. Buzzin had to get back to the Wave in time...he had to. He was Buzzin' Gun...the coolest.
`We don't have much more time left before the military launch their attack on the Light Eaters', said Menroc, voicing his fears.
`Two hours', replied His Grace, without taking his eyes from the Screen of Life.
Two hours for Buzzin' and Baby to get back to the Wave and win the Battle!
Menroc could feel a battle taking place within him!

Baby & The Isolation Box

2006-08-26T13:49:00.000-07:00

No sooner had Baby triumphed over the dragon when the dark claimed him once more, separating him from Buzzin'.
As Baby waited, he felt the familiar feeling of anxiety growing from the pit of his stomach. Another monster of his making was about to materialise out of the dark.
`Remember, the dark represents the fear within you but the Light makes it disappear', said Buzzin.
`I...I just wish it didn't seem so bad each time', said Baby, sounding nervous.
`You can do it'. Buzzin's voice came from far away.
The dark began to close in on him, wrapping itself around him until he felt as though he was enclosed in a steel blanket. Baby gasped as the dark held him in a vice like grip. Something was different this time.
Where was the monster and why was the dark holding him tighter than ever?
Suddenly, a box descended, trapping him. Baby struggled. Panicking, he pushed with all his might against the sides of the box but it seemed to respond to his fear and closed in on him until he felt it crushing his body.
Terrified, Baby couldn't stop his fear from growing. He tried to cry out but the sound died in his throat. This was worse than all of the other monsters because the DARK was the MONSTER! A fresh wave of panic engulfed him as he fought to free himself but it was no use. Exhausted, he gave up struggling and closed his eyes. He'd always been afraid of the dark ever since he could remember; the dark was home to so many scarey things and now his fear had materialised. He was entombed...unable to escape from the very thing that had always frightened him!
The thought of never being unable to escape from the box terrified him. He began to suffocate and could almost hear his heart thudding against his chest as he fought for breath, but the box felt like a heavy metal jacket pushing down on him.
`Light...use the Light', the words were barely a whisper but they came out of the darkness and seemed to be charged with power...the power Baby needed to free him.
He knew he had to concentrate and focus on the Light...otherwise he would be buried forever.
Somewhere in the dark Buzzin' was still with him...waiting for him to work his magic. Magic! Light was magic and could overcome any monster.
Baby had to think of the Light..imagine the beautiful Wave and its dazzling, brilliance. He could almost feel the Light penetrate the dark in his head.
Baby thought of Buzzin'...so cool, he was with him in the House of Demons...guiding him through. The Light began to grow, dissolving the fear that had drawn the darkness to him. The tension begant to drain away, instantly making him feel lighter. Baby could feel the box move away, releasing him from its confines.
He watched as the box that had held him captive a few moments ago shrunk, disappearing into the darkness.
`It's gone', cried Baby, as the box disappeared. `I did it again, Buzzin'
`Well done, fella. You did great'. Buzzin' was by his side once more.
`That was horrible...the worse one so far'
`The Isolation Box, huh! But you still did it...you're learning how to get rid of fear and that's what it's all about, Baby'
`Yeah, but I wanna go back to the others. I've had enough, Buzzin', said Baby, sounding weary.
Buzzin' could hear the tiredness in Baby's voice. The little guy had done great so far but how much more was there to come...and more importantly, how much more could Baby take!

Drawoc's Doubts & Evil Eyes Shouts

2006-08-23T13:38:00.000-07:00

Drawoc had the feeling that things looked better than they actually were; granted the Light Eaters had grown bigger and the size of the Wave was considerably smaller but the Light Eaters couldn't match the Wave for speed. How could they? The Wave travelled at the speed of Light. The Light Eaters had never been fast movers and now they were further hampered by their new growth.
Drawoc found this state of affairs frustrating as he charged around in his Space Hopper, barking orders at the Light Eaters.
`MOVE, over there', shouted Drawoc. `And try to make it today'
The great, black blobs of energy responded to the vibration of Drawoc's voice and were automatically drawn to their own energy. Drawoc watched as the Light Eaters edged away, inch by inch.
`There's no need to shout', shouted Evil Eyes
`If I didn't shout they wouldn't move. Why couldn't you have invented something with a bit of speed instead of these vegetating villians. If they get any slower they'll grow roots'
`I've told you, they're multiplying and that's all that matters. Soon, there will be so many of them they will cover earth'
`You'd better be right', said Drawoc.
`Of course I am and I thought I told you to take care of those two'
Drawoc turned his attention to Spitfire and Slasher just in time to see Spitfire dive bombing towards a Light Eater and landing successfully on top of one.
`Hey, I did it, Slasher'. Slasher turned to see Spitfire with a Light Eater stuck on his horns.
`Wow. You's did an' all. Well I'll be...'
`On the end of my toe if you don't stop messing around', warned Drawoc.
`Told ya I was gettin' gooder at me targit practice' said Spitfire, unabashed.
`Don't argue with me or...'
`Here comes the Wave', cried Vespoola.

The Buzzin' Guns had divided into two groups and decided to attack from opposite sides; they cut a huge swathe through the Light Eaters, passing each other middway. Drawoc wasted no time starting his Space Hopper but as he manouevred away from one section of the Wave he found himself confronted by the other group of Buzzin' Guns heading towards him.
`Right...right, go right', he barked into the voice sensor controls.
The Space Hopper veered right...right into the path of an oncoming group of Buzzin' Guns.
`LEFT', screamed Drawoc. `Go left'
The Space Hopper veered left...right into the path of the other group of Buzzin' Guns.
`LIFT', screamed Drawoc. `Lift'
The Space Hopper rose, just managing to clear the path of the oncoming Wave and hoovered in mid air. Drawoc watched the progress of the Wave as it whooshed around the Light Eaters, envying the speed of the Wave.
`Right...let's....'Before Drawoc had a chance to finish the command the Space Hopper and turned right.
`NO. NOT RIGHT. Straight ahead'. Too late! The Space Hopper was in the path of the Wave which had risen up and was heading towards Drawoc.
`STRAIGHT AHEAD', he bellowed, but the Wave was faster.
Drawoc found himself riding the crest of the Wave once again, cursing at the controls of the Space Hopper...

The Light Eaters Make Waves

2006-08-18T10:38:00.000-07:00

The Light Eaters under Drawoc's orders, attacked the Wave with renewed vigour. The Wave of Light although huge, began to diminish as the Light Eaters grew in size.
`Look at how they are growing', said Evil Eyes, triumphantly. `If they keep this up victory will soon be ours'
`But they're getting slower as they're getting bigger', complained Drawoc. `The Light is faster'
`Yes, yes, I know', spluttered Evil Eyes `But the more Light Eaters there are the better and with Buzzin' Gun out of the way, we cannot fail to loose'
`Speed is a great advantage', Drawoc argued
`So is quantity', snapped Evil Eyes. `Now divide the Light Eaters up into smaller groups and sort those two out'
Spitfire and Slasher had hitched a lift on a Light Eater and were sitting astride, each riding cowboy style and clearly enjoying themselves.
Drawoc zoomed towards them in his Space Hopper, whisking so close to Spitfire that he tumbled off.
`Where d'you think you are - at a fun fair', barked Drawoc. `If you can't be of any use keep out of the way'
`We's was encouraging them to move forward', said Spitfire, defensively.
`Thas right', nodded Slasher
`C'mon Slasher, let's go an' join Vespa Vroom Vroom an' her sista'
`And keep out of the waaaaay...aahhh'. Drawoc had no time to finish the sentence. He didn't see the Wave heading for him sideways on; it scooped him and his Space Hopper up and hurled him forward away from the Light Eaters; the Wave curved, and began to form a circle around the Light Eaters with Drawoc held aloft on its crest.
`Fool. Incompentent fool. Look at him', shouted Evil Eyes. `What does he think he's playing at'
The Buzzin' Guns whooped and hollered with joy as they surfed around the Light Eaters with Drawoc in front of them, screaming his frustration.
`Have some of your own medicine, Drawoc, baby' Foxy called out.
`DON'T CALL ME BABY', shouted Drawoc, above the Buzzin's Guns laughter.
`Let's take him for a ride', said Funnybone
The Wave whizzed around the Light Eaters with Drawoc bouncing uncontrollably as it did lap after lap.
Spitfire, Slasher, Vespa and Vespoola stared in wonder at the spectacle of Drawoc being carried by the Wave of Light.
`Told ya that Dragwort knowed nuthin' `bout battles', sniffed Vespoola, derisively. `An' this jus' `bout proves it'
`You's be right, sis. Makin' some kinda fool of `imself by tha looks of things'
The Wave did another full circle, surrounding the Light Eaters before releasing Drawoc.
`Enjoyed your ride', shouted Evil Eyes.
`I told you speed is an advantage and that proves it!'

In the House of Demons the dark is eternal and relentless, crowding in on its prey like a swarm of locusts so it can feed off of their fear.
Baby didn't have time to rejoice in his victory; no sooner was he united with Buzzin' when the dark gripped him again, separating them once more. Baby was pushed forward to face another monster of his imagination.
Baby felt the fear creep over him, but slower this time. He tried to fight it, remembering everything Buzzin' had told him about the Light, but not knowing what was about to come out of the darkness made each time seem like the first. Baby waited, wondering if each monster was going to be scarier than the last and if it was, how would he manage.
A sudden roar interrupted his thoughts, making his heart beat faster. A flame shot out of the darkness, licking the air like a huge tongue.
Baby trembled as another roar followed by another flame penetrated the dark. He could hear the creature getting closer.
`Think of the Light'. Buzzin's voice had that far-away quality that made Baby feel isolated.
`I don't know what it is yet', whimpered Baby.
`Another image'
Baby shivered as the roars grew louder and more terrifying; whatever it was, was big and angry...and getting closer. Suddenly, an enormous scaly head appeared out of the shadows...its mouth gaping open to reveal razor sharp teeth. Baby looked up at the monster towering over him; it threw its head back and roared as another flame shot out of its mouth.
A huge, menacing fire eating dragon! Baby was dwarfed against the enormous creature and felt even more vulnerable. Why do monsters have to be so big. He'd never liked dragons...not since he heard a story of one stealing and eating a small child. Afraid that a similar fate would happen to him, he'd locked away the fear in the dark of his mind, causing him to suffer occassional nightmares.
Now here it was and he was alone facing what he was afraid of.
The dragon looked fantastic...scaly, horny and frightening. Suddenly, it turned full circle, shooting flames in every direction. Baby gapsed in horror as the dragon turned to reveal another head.
`Aaaahhh', cried Baby. `This ones got two heads'
`It's just another fear image'. Buzzin's words penetrated the dark. `You know what do...c'mon'
Drawn by Baby's fear, the dragon moved closer. Baby couldn't move, held captive by the dark and his own fear, he felt helpless.
He knew he had to think of the Light. The dragon moved closer until Baby could feel the coldness of its breath.
`I can feel it, said Baby, whimpering
`It's your fear you're feeling, not the creaute', said Buzzin', reassuringly.
`But it feels like the dragon'
`Remember, it's made up of your imagination; replace what you don't like with Light'
The dragon seemed more terrifying than the snake and spider. Maybe that was it; maybe each fear was worse than the last.
Baby closed his eyes and forced himself to think of the Light. Thinking of the Light was easy when you had nothing to be afraid of but with a huge two headed dragon in front of you it was the hardest thing.
`All monsters disappear when they're covered in Light', said Buzzin' `The Light stops them from being monsters'
Buzzin's voice was barely a whisper. Suddenly, it dawned on Baby that the more he felt afraid the greater the separation from those he loved. The thought spurred him into action.
The dragon was shooting flames in every direction but Baby mustered all his will power forcing himself to focus on the Light; he squeezed his eyes shut until they almost hurt, trying to picture the Wave of Light...imagining himself surfing...speeding towards the Light Eaters, followed by Buzzin' and the rest of the gang.
Baby opened his eyes just in time to see the dragon send out another flame; Baby's heart almost skipped a beat; the flame was smaller, weaker and the dragon had shrunk.
Baby sucked in his breath, willing himself to think of the Wave of Light washing over the dragon.
The dragon opened its mouth and let out a feeble roar as it continued to shrink, fading back into the darkness.
`I did it. I did it again' whispered Baby as he watched the dragon disappear.
`I did it', he cried out loud.
Suddenly, Buzzin' was standing next to him. `I did again, Buzzin'
`Well done, Baby. You keep this up and we'll soon be back on the Wave with the others', said Buzzin'
`I hope there's not many more', said Baby
`So do I. We've gotta get outa here...soon Baby. They need us back there'...

The Wave of Light had diminished in size but not in brilliance; it sped over, under and through the Light Eaters, scattering them in every direction, causing waves of energy to vibrate and eventually filter down to Earth where the effects could be felt throughout the world.

Greg Schooster looked up at the drama being played out in the sky wishing he knew the answer to a problem that seemed bigger than the Universe itself. He was certain that any aggressive military action would exacerbate an already dangerous situation. Maybe that was the only answer they had for now...what not to do...not what to do...

The Might of Light!

2006-08-09T13:31:00.000-07:00

All over the world reports were coming in of peculiar patterns developing in the sky;
the sky had become a kaleidascope of black and white patterns criss crossing; this chequer board effect did nothing to allay the fears of people on Earth. Something was going on up there but no one knew who, what or why...

On a secret military base in America, hundreds of soldiers were preparing for a military plan of action. A `war' room had been set up so the highest ranking officers could monitor the progress of the strange activities taking place in the sky.
`I've never seen anything like it.', said the Chief of Staff, shaking his head.
`It certainly looks weird, sir. Perhaps it some kinda atmospheric gas'
The Chief of Staff stared at the younger man `You seriously think gas would cause that'
`I don't know sir. I can't imagine what would. You think we're doing the right thing', ventured the young man.
The Chief of Staff's face darkened; he took a step nearer to the younger man, fixing him with a cold stare.
`Of course we are', replied the Chief of Staff, hoarsely `Somethin's causing this', he said, jamming a finger towards the screeen `and whatever it is creating havoc down here, that's why we are going to launch an attack within the next 12 hours'...

`Twelve hours', said Menroc, looking aghast. `Just twelve hours and Buzzin's still in the House of Demons'. Menroc turned away from the Screen of Life and looked at the Chief Councillor trying to gauge his reaction. But as usual the calm countenance gave nothing away.
`Time's running out' persisted Menroc `If Buzzin and Baby don't get out of the House of Demons and back to the Wave before they launch an attack...'
`It is as I predicted', responded the Chief Councillor. `We must hope that Buzzin' and Baby return to the Wave before the military can launch their attack...we must also hope none of the others get drawn off the Wave by Drawoc'
Menroc eyes widened `You don't think they will, do you', he said, sounding incredulous. Surely that wouldn't happen. The Buzzin' Guns were so cool - that's why they were selected.
`I don't think so but then we must never underestimate our foes'...

Baby had conquered the first of his demons - a hideously, huge white snake with dark piercing eyes and fangs like talons; the enormous head had swayed from side to side, its eyes staring hypnotically at Baby. But Baby had used the power of Light to vanish the terrible image. He gripped Buzzin's hand feeling more confident.
`I did it', said Baby, sounding pleased with himself. `I did it'
`You have to do that with every fear, Baby', said Buzzin', gently.
Buzzin knew there was more to come but how much. He had to get them out of there and back to the Wave, he also had to encourage Baby to stay cool.
The dark pushed Baby forward and the familiar feeling of tension began to grip his body.
`Remember, whatever shows itself do the same as you did back there', said Buzzin
`OK', whispered Baby. Despite his victory, fear had taken over once again. Baby waited in the dark knowing that any second some terrible creature would come forward and make him feel more afraid.
He didn't have to wait long. A faint scratching sound broke the heavy silence. Something was moving...making its way through the dark, towards him.
`Don't forget, they're only images made of fear', said Buzzin' re-assuringly.
Baby gulped. `Yeah, but fear looks real and it's scarey'
`It's energy...just energy you've used to create something to frighten yourself with' Buzzin' explained. `You've gotta learn to stop doing that Baby and use the power of Light instead'
Baby tried to move back as the scratching sound moved closer but the darkness pushed him forward separating him from Buzzin' once more. Despite Buzzin's presence, Baby felt isolated. And he was. Fear had separated him from someone he loved and now he had to face whatever was making its way towards him...alone...

Baby let out a whimper as a pair of bulging eyes, set in a dome shaped head appeared out of the darkness; for a second the head looked disembodied...suspended in the dark. But as the creature crawled closer, a huge body covered in thick, coarse hair materialised; then Baby saw dozens of pairs of thick, hairy legs, tapering off into needle sharp points, scratching their way nearer. Two glistening fangs, dripped saliva, as the hungry eyes fixed themselves on Baby.
Baby cried out at the sight of the monster spider. He hated spiders more than anything and what he hated he always seemed to dream of.
Horrible, scarey dreams; spiders crawling all over him; spiders weaving a web around him until he was unable to move, trapped by their thread; hundreds of baby spiders hatching out of his skin. Baby tried not to think about his nightmares but that was difficult now he was in the House of Demons.
He strained to close his eyes but it took all of his energy. The darkness seemed to fight him. He began to feel weak. If only he could visualise the Light. He'd done it before. He had to do it again. He must do it again otherwise he was stuck.
`C'mon Baby, remember the Light', Buzzin's voice seemed to come from far away...like a faint echo.
The thought of being separated from Buzzin' spurred Baby on. He thought of his friends surfing the Wave effortlessly, having fun as they raced towards the Light Eaters. Just thinking of the Wave rising and falling then rushing forward made Baby feel better; he thought of the Garden of the Universe where beauty seemed to grow in front of your eyes, where there was so much Light and colour; then he thought of Buzzin'...cool Buzzin' who wasn't scared of anything. Baby opened his eyes and saw the spider fading...shrinking back into the darkness as though it was being pulled by a piece of string. Baby watched, his eyes popping with wonder as the spider grew smaller and smaller; his feelings of fear were also diminishing as the spider grew smaller and fainter.
Baby seemed to grow in stature as the spider shrunk and finally disappeared altogether. Baby felt the darkness shrink back, releasing its hold on him...momentarily.
`I did it. I did it again', cried Baby, excitedly.
`Well done. See how the Light works for you and not against you like the dark does', said Buzzin'
`Yeah. It's like magic'
`That's right. It's the Light that helps keep you cool'
`Light keeps you cool', repeated Baby.
`Do that everytime and we'll soon be back on the Wave with the others', said Buzzin'
But his instincts told him that time was running out.

The Battle Continues

2006-08-08T14:08:00.000-07:00

If Drawoc thought he'd made a good move getting rid of Buzzin' he was learning how wrong he was!
Buzzin's and Baby's absence was keenly felt but it had its high side; the rest of the gang were more focused and even more determined to win because of Drawoc's cruelty.
The gang surfed the Wave like kids on skateboards, taking it every which way; they cut a path through the Light Eaters, circled them, then rose high above them before cascading down like Niagara Falls.
The Light Eaters managed to dissolve great gobbles of Light as it rushed towards them but the Wave was fast; no sooner had the gang decided upon the next move when the Wave carried it out.
`Pull the Light Eaters back. Get them to re-group then attack. They're hanging back like a bunch of shy school girls', barked Evil Eyes.
`Leave it to me. I don't need you to tell me what to do', said Drawoc, tersely
`Oh don't you. From what I've seen so far you need a step by step guide book', snorted Evil Eyes.
`Feel free to take over anytime...right,DIVIDE. You lot over there and you lot over there', shouted Drawoc, pointing to left and right.
The Light Eaters split into two and attacked the Wave; great gaps began to appear as the Light was gobbled up.
`Excellent...excellent', said Drawoc. `Now we're making progress.
They were too! The Wave began to diminish and the Light Eaters swell in size as they devour the Light.
`See how they're growing, Drawoc. What did I tell you', said Evil Eyes, gleefully.
`So you did', agreed Drawoc.
`Now we're getting somewhere'
`Pull back so we can attack', ordered Golden King. The Wave disappeared, stretching off into the distance, leaving the Light Eaters to move forward.
`OK. Let's roll it', said Golden King. The Wave curled and began to spin forward, still with the gang held fast, it gathered momentum as it drew closer and closer to the Light Eaters.
Drawoc saw it advancing, rushing towards him and the others...a great tidal Wave of spinning Light.
`Yikes...look at that', cried Slasher.
`Best git outa tha way', said Vespa, leaping frogging into oblivion.
`I's wiv ya, sis', said Vespoola, following closely behind.
`DIVIDE', screamed Drawoc to the Light Eaters.
The now fat jellylike creatures pulled apart to make a clear path for the oncoming Wave.
Drawoc smirked. The Wave would pass right through the clearing made by the Light Eaters.
`Good move', said Evil Eyes. Drawoc was about to reply when he noticed the Wave dividing into two and changing course as it neared the Light Eaters. Two enormous spinning wheels of Light charged towards the black mass; seconds later the Wave swamped the Light Eaters, sending them in every direction.
The sky was a chequer board of black and white.
`I take it back', said Evil Eyes.
`You invented them', snapped Drawoc, watching helplessly as his army were blown away like seeds on the wind.
Even without Buzzin', this Battle was proving to be more difficult than he'd imagined.

The House of Demons!

2006-08-01T13:28:00.000-07:00

The House of Demons is a dark, terrifying place...a place without walls, windows and doors, yet it traps its victims by boxing them in. The dense, dark energy then begins to manifest the personal fears of its victim; whatever the victim is afraid of materialises out of the dark.
In the House of Demons, you make what you are afraid of!
Buzzin' knew all of this and he knew he had to reach Baby before the dark got to work on the child...he also knew a way out!
As he drew nearer Buzzin' could just make out the shadowy edifice.
Within a few seconds Buzzin' would be transported through the opening and then the drama would really begin. First, he had to find Baby and then...get them out.
But so much depended on Baby!
Buzzin' landed heavily on a cold floor as an eerie voice greeted him.
`Welcome to the House of Demons'
`Great to be here', replied Buzzin, getting to his feet.
There was no time to waste; he had to find Baby. If he didn't...
No - he wouldn't go there.
`Baby. Hey, Baby - it's me Buzzin'.
Buzzin' waited. The silence was so heavy he could almost hear it breath.
`Baby - where are you', called Buzzin.
Buzzin' had to trust his instincts, he didn't have the luxury of time on his side. He began to move through the dense energy.
A noise, barely audible but loud enough to penetrate the gloomy silence caught Buzzin's ear.
`Baby is that you - it's me, Buzzin'
`Bbb...buzzin', Baby's voice penetrated the gloom.
Buzzin' felt relief flooding through him.
`Hey, little guy. Keep talkin' so I can find you'
`Buzzin'. I'm here', cried Baby, his voice sounding stronger.
`It gonna be OK. I'm here now', said Buzzin', reassuringly. He took a few more steps and brushed against something warm and living.
`Hey little guy. You OK?' said Buzzin', lifting Baby up.
`Yes...no...I mean...now you're here', sniffed Baby, unable to hold back his tears. `I wanna go back to the others, Buzzin.
`We will...but first we gotta get outta here'
`Yeah'
`There's only one way out'
`Let's go, Buzzin'
`Listen, Baby, listen to me. I said there's only one way out and that's through this place - the House of Demons. See, you can't leave until you have faced everything you're afraid of. Only when you've faced that fear and made it disappear can you move on...to the next one but each time you face a fear and make it disappear you're closer to getting out of here'
`Yeah, ok. You can do it Buzzin'
Buzzin' took a deep breath.
`Baby. I can't'.
There was a silence while Baby took in Buzzin's answer. It didn't make sense. Buzzin' was so cool, he could do anything.
`Each room holds a fear that YOU are afraid of Baby', Buzzin' went on. `YOU are the one that's got to get us outta here. I can't do it for you'
`I can't', said Baby, beginning to tremble.
`You have to Baby...it's the only way. I'll show you how'
`Hh...how'
Buzzin could feel the weight of the dark pushing them - soon, Baby would have to face his first fear.
`C'mon', said Buzzin', putting Baby down. `Let's get this over with then we can get back to the Wave of Light and the rest of the gang'
`I'm scared, Buzzin', whimpered Baby.
`That's why you're here kiddo - now you have to learn to master your fears'
`How?'
`No matter what comes out of the dark, no matter how scared you feel all you've got to do is think of Light.
`Light? How? I don't get it'
`Light...like the Wave. Just think of Light and whatever you're facing will slowly disappear. But you have to concentrate on Light and not be afraid. The more you're afraid the stronger you make your fear, the more you think of Light the more your fear will disappear'
The dark seemed to respond to Buzzin's words, pushing them both forward.
`Remember, whatever comes out of the dark, think of Light', instructed Buzzin'
`Where is it then', said Baby, his voice sounding tremulous.
`Hold on little fella. It'll show itself'
No sooner had Buzzin' finished the sentence when they heard a slithering sound...something was making its way towards them. Baby trembled as the sound grew closer; he tried to shrink back but the Dark pushed him towards the sound; something was pulling itself along the floor.
Suddenly, out of the gloom a giant serpent reared up...fat, huge, baring its fangs and hissing.
`Remember' said Buzzin' `This snake is only an image made of fear...your fear. So only you can make it disappear'
`I can't', whimpered Baby
`Think of the Light and you will automatically draw it towards you..in the same way you draw fear towards you. C'mon you can do it'
`Can't you do it for me', said Baby, shaking with fear and making the snake seem bigger.
`No Baby! The snake represents your fear. Close your eyes and think of the Wave'
Baby did as Buzzin' ordered but the snake made a hissing sound and Baby's eyes flew open.
`C'mon Baby. Try. Think of the Light otherwise we won't get outta here'
Baby squeezed his eyes shut once more and forced himself to think of his friends on the giant Wave of Light but it wasn't easy with a monstrous serpent hissing in front of him.
`Hey...look, it's disappearing'
Baby opened his eyes to see the snake shrinking and fading. forcing himself to think of the Light, he watched, fascinated as the snake seemed to shrink, then shrivel up like a deflated balloon.
`Wow! I did it', cried Baby. `I did it'
`I knew you could. That's how you make any fear fade away'
`It's like magic'
`Yeah, and that's what you've got to keep doing Baby - with every fear, big or small'
`OK. I will', said Baby.
Once more, the dark energy pushed them forward...to the next fear!

Baby's In The House Of Demons!

2006-07-28T13:39:00.000-07:00

Like a snake waiting to strike, Drawoc fixed his attention on his target.
`A magnetic field of fear', he murmured. `Couldn't be better'. He congratulated himself on the brilliance of his idea...an idea that would get rid of Buzzin' Gun and weaken the others; for without Buzzin' Gun to lead, the rest of the gang would falter and victory would surely be his...it would also show Evil Eyes.
Drawoc manoeuvred himself towards his target and began to focus all his energy on the magnetic field of fear; if all went well, he would soon have his prey in his clutches.
`Come to me', murmured Drawoc.
Baby wobbled then straightened himself up; he seemed to bounce but couldn't maintain his balance; no sooner was he on his feet when he rolled sideways and floundered again. How did the others manage it? Baby straightened up and tried to grab hold of Buzzin's leg but he felt himself being pulled; he tried to resist but found himself moving towards the edge of the Wave.
Baby began to panic; he didn't want to get too close to the edge in case he fell off and didn't His Grace say that no one was to leave the Wave.
Baby tried to twist himself round in Buzzin's direction, but whatever was pulling him was getting stronger.
`Buzzin'...help', yelled Baby.
Buzzin' turned, just in time to see Baby reach the edge of the Wave.
`Hang on Baby', cried Buzzin'
But it was too late. Drawoc had managed to `draw' Baby along the magnetic field of fear and away from the safety of the Wave. The rest of the gang looked on, horrified, as Baby was pulled closer to Drawoc, now only inches away.
Baby began to whimper with fear.
`Buzzin...help me', cried Baby.
`Oh no...Baby' moaned Saphyr. `How...how did...that happen'
`A magnetic field of fear is how', said Golden King.
`Let me get at him', rasped Fox, moving forward.
`Wait Foxy', said Golden King, grabbing Fox by the arm. `Leave this to Buzzin''
Baby was now in the clutches of Drawoc.
`And what have we here', jeered Drawoc. `A Buzzin' Gun doll'
`Let him go', Buzzin's voice was even but threatening.
`And miss the opportunity to see how cool you really are Buzzin' Gun'
`Let him go...it's me you want. He's just a kid. No use to you'
`True', said Drawoc. `But I never did develop any paternal instincts'
Drawoc swung Baby to and fro. Baby struggled and screamed, trying to free himself.
`SHUT UP', roared Drawoc.
Buzzin watched, resisting the urge to leap forward, realising that any move he made could further provoke Drawoc.
`I'm warning you Drawoc', said Buzzin', coolly.
`Say what you like, you don't frighten me Buzzin' Gun'
`Don't I?'
Drawoc stared at his opposite number then defiantly held Baby higher.
`I'll show you how much you I care', said Drawoc.
He turned to Baby `There's only one place you're going'. THE HOUSE OF DEMONS and make it first class delivery', yelled Drawoc, throwing Baby towards the dark.
Baby was pulled towards the Dark and immediately swallowed up; Buzzin' and the rest of the gang looked on, horrified, as Baby disappeared.
`NO...no', gasped Star
`Why that...when I get my hands on him', said Quicksilver.
`Let's see you in action now, Buzzin', Drawoc, challenged.
Buzzin' turned to Golden King `Take over. I'm going after Baby. No one else leave the Wave, OK'
`But none of us is supposed to leave the Wave', said Angel.
`Don't worry. I'll be back, babe'. Before any of the others could protest, Buzzin' leapt from the Wave. Triumphant, Drawoc watched as Buzzin was swallowed up by the dark. His idea had worked. Now the gang was without a leader...weaker.
`Let's see how good you are without your leader', said Drawoc, looking smug.
`We'll be better', said Golden King, coolly. `You've given us personal reasons to win this battle'
`Yeah. You've succeeded in making us more determined than before', said Quicksilver.
The smug expression slid from Drawoc's face as the truth of their words hit home.
`Not so sure of yourself now, huh Drawoc', said Foxy
`You're arrogance could be your downfall', persisted Drawoc
`And we'll take you with us', said Funnybone.
`You can try...'

Menroc turned towards the Chief Councillor, his face a mask of horror `NO! Buzzin' is supposed to command the Battle...without him...'
`I know', said the Chief Councillor. `I know. But we must have faith in the others and trust Buzzin's judgement'
`Baby...in the House of Demons. Why...he'll...he'll go...mad' Menroc, gulped.
The Chief Councillor turned to face Menroc `Fear is the foundation of all mental illness'. But Buzzin' will be there too...'
Menroc turned back the Screen of Life.
Baby in the House of Demons and Buzzin'no longer on the Wave...anything could happen!
Could the gang really do as well without Buzzin'.
Menroc closed his eyes and prayed, silently.

Baby found himself surrounded by a dense blackness that pulled on him and restricted his movements. He panicked, triing to fight against the crushing weight of the darkness but the more he fought the more the dark gripped him; after a while he felt weaker and surrendered to his fate.
Helpless and alone he cried, wishing he was back with Buzzin' and the others on the Wave; thinking of his friends made him feel even more isolated. He renewed his efforts and pushed against the darkness but felt the energy constrict, crushing his limbs.
Suddenly, in the distance, a tall shadowy structure loomed up; as Baby drew closer an opening revealed itself; like a gaping mouth waiting to swallow its prey, the only entrance to the House of Demons, waited for another victim.
Baby fought in vain as he neared the opening but the magnetic current pulled him through and he landed with a thud on a hard surface; the sound of a metal door slamming shut echoed around him.
`Welcome to the House of Demons'. The chilling voice came out of nowhere.
Baby staggered to his feet, trembling, he called out `Whhoo...are you...'
Baby waited but there was no reply, only a heavy silence that matched the surrounding gloom.
Baby had never felt so alone and frightened as he was then, surrounded by endless dark. More than anything he wanted to go back to Buzzin' and the others.
Just to think of them made him cry; he took a step forward, searching the darkness for a door or window.
`Let me out', he cried. `Let me go. Buzzin'...Buzzin'
But there was no reply.
Baby was alone in the House of Demons!

The Buzzin Guns Surf The Wave

2006-07-25T13:48:00.000-07:00

`OK everyone. Let's pull back again and divide the Wave into two', suggested Buzzin'
`You mean right down the middle?', said Quicksilver.
`Yeah, that's right - we split, then ride the Wave round the outside of the Light Eaters and meet at the other end'
`Great idea', said Golden King.
`Is it', said Baby, in a querulous voice.
`Hang on Baby. You'll be OK', said Saphyr.
`I've nothing to hang on to', said Baby, querously.
`OK guys - let's do it', said Buzzin.
`Yeah. Let's get at `em', said Funnybone.
`Hey, Drawoc, baby. Here we come again', cried Foxy.
The Wave of Light whooshed backwards then divided, splitting down the middle; Drawoc watched as the Wave surged forward and began to circumnavigate the Light Eaters; in no time the huge mass of Light Eaters was surrounded by the Wave with the Buzzin' Guns whooping and hollering their delight as they surfed the crest.
`Yeehah', cried Foxy, as they closed in on the Light Eaters.
`Now get outta that', yelled Jethro.
Drawoc deftly manoeuvred his Space Hooper out of the way of the oncoming Wave...but only just before the Buzzin Guns closed the gap on the Light Eaters; the mass of dark energy was now surrounded by a broadband of White Light.
`C'mon...get to work', yelled Drawoc to the Light Eaters. `They've practically landed in your mouths'.
The Light Eaters started dissolving the Light, creating gaps the size of football fields.
`That's it...keep attacking', ordered Drawoc.
Buzzin' gave the order to pull back.
The Wave suddenly whipped backwards out of the reach of the Light Eaters.
`Now this time, we take her up...high', ordered Buzzin'
`Really high', gulped Baby
`Yeah...Baby'
`Whooah'
The Wave of Light rose up, curling its crest like a cobra; it stayed motionless for a few moments before making its descent towards the Light Eaters; like a huge avalanche, it rolled towards the dark mass of energy with The Buzzin' Guns riding on the crest; the Wave slid down and rolled underneath the Light Eaters, curling itself around the dark energy until it resembled a giant `swiss roll'.
Drawoc managed to escape the impact once more by dodging around in his Space Hopper, but Vespa, Vespoola, Spitfire and Slasher were sandwiched in the middle of the Wave as it spun.
`Wot in tarnation is gooin' on', spluttered Vespoola, her face contorted into a grimace. `Call this a battle'
`Wait til I git ma hands on that Dragrot', said Vespa, `He ain't fit to command a school of jelly fish'
`Told ya he knowed nothin'. This darn thing seems to be playin' wiv us' said Vespoola.
`Yeah...an' we's serious fighters', sniffed Vespa.
The Wave began to uncurl, releasing its captives so they popped free like bubbles bursting out of a bottle.
`C'mon you lot...re-group', yelled Drawoc.
The Light Eaters re-formed into a large mass.
Drawoc zoomed towards Spitfire and Slasher landing in front of the Light Eaters.
He looked incensed as he watched the retreating Wave.
`They seem to be taking you for quite a ride Drawoc', boomed Evil Eyes.
`Not anymore...wait til they advance again'
`You going into action, at last', jeered Evil Eyes. `I told you not to underestimate Buzzin Gun and his gang. So far you've given a dismal performance'
`Performance! What do you think this is...come dancing', screeched Drawoc
`It could be, the way you keep side stepping every time', replied Evil Eyes. `Now get it together!'
The Wave of Light Energy retreated, giving the Light Eaters time to re-group and form a solid mass.
Once more the sky was divided into black and white.
`Right you lot', shouted Drawoc. `When the Wave approaches I want you to attack it at the base. Now move forward'.
The Light Eaters began to push forward but their denser energy made it slow going compared to the speed of the Wave, nevertheless, they had the ability to dissolve Light within seconds, hoovering it up like a vacuum.
`Here it comes again', cried Vespoola.
`Get ready and remember to attack the base', ordered Drawoc, as the Wave rolled and rose up.
The Light Eaters lumbered forward attacking the base of the Wave.
`That's more like it', said Drawoc
`About time', agreed Evil Eyes. `Now let's see some action'
The Light Eaters made good progress gulping at the Wave.
Drawoc looked on with satisfaction as the Light Eaters dissolved the base of the Wave.
Suddenly, his attention was caught by something that could prove to be the key to winning the battle. Drawoc moved the Space Hopper closer to his target.
`What are you doing', demanded Evil Eyes.
`I think I've found Buzzin' Guns achilles heel', murmured Drawoc.
`What are you talking about?'
`Wait and see', replied Drawoc, eyeing his prey.

The Battle Begins

2006-07-20T09:09:00.000-07:00

Menroc and the Brotherhood watched as the Wave of Light drew closer to the Light Eaters. The Screen of Life was half black, half dazzling white as the Wave rolled forward.
Drawoc was already at the head of the mass of Light Eaters...his tall, dark figure blending perfectly with the black energy surrounding him; he looked sinister and intimidating.
Spitfire and Slasher did their best to ape him but their tiny stature and red suits put them at an obvious disadvantage. Vespa and Vespoola brought up the rear, itching for action.
The Wave of Light dazzled at a distance but as it drew closer its glare was blinding.
Drawoc could feel the Light Eaters being forced back by the Wave as it advanced.
`Forward...push forward', ordered Drawoc.
Drawoc could now make out the Buzzin' Guns, their figures were becoming more distinctive with every second. Buzzin Gun stood head and shoulders above the rest, his stature and broad frame made him easily recognisable as the leader.
`Here they come. Get ready you lot', said Drawoc.
`We is', replied Vespoola, chewing on her cheroot.
`Dam right', agreed Vespa, flexing her knees.
Spitfire huffed and puffed until he farted a flame in his excitement and Slasher started practising his `self deefeencseeve tactic sturff'.
As the Wave drew closer, the Light Eaters were pushed back once more. Drawoc could feel the force of the energy coming from the Wave and knew he had the fight to end all fights on his hands. But he had no time to think about what lay ahead; Buzzin' Gun stood before him, looking cool and commanding. For an eternal moment the two leaders stared at each other.
`Couldn't you find a baby sitter, Buzzin Gun', jeered Drawoc, staring at Baby.
Buzzin' smiled. `Looks as though you've got your own kindergarten there'.
The look of contempt quickly disappeared from Drawoc's face; he'd forgotten about Spitfire and Slasher.
`The Brotherhood must be worried to send you', said Drawoc, changing tact but not realising he'd unwittingly paid Buzzin' a compliment.
`Thanks for the compliment'.
Drawoc grimaced. `Huh, you won't stop what's happening', he said. `Not with that puddle you're standing on'
`Then how come you haven't made any progress since we arrived', replied Buzzin' coolly.
`You're out of your league', sneered Drawoc. `All of you'
`Then you've got nothing to worry about', said Buzzin'
`Yeah, should be a piece of cake for you, Drawoc', said Funnybone. `eh guys'
The gang nodded, grinning with confidence.
`You won't be so confident when these Light Eaters get to work', persisted Drawoc.
`They takin' a rest?', said Buzzin'
`Well, they've been workin' kinda hard', said Quicksilver
`Don't underestimate them Buzzin' Gun'...it could be your biggest mistake, warned Drawoc.
Buzzin' remained silent and gazed coolly at Drawoc.
`RIGHT', shouted Drawoc, raising his hand. `ADVANCE'
Far below, on earth, people the world over stared up at a sky divided into dense black and dazzling white.
`Wow, it looks as though nightime has collided with daytime', said one observer.
This unnerving sight did nothing to allay the fears of people and politicians alike.
The general feeling was that nature seemed to be out of control.
The Light Eaters surged forward towards the Wave closing the gap between the two energies.
`OK guys, pull back and up' ordered Buzzin'
The gang concentrated their minds on taking the Wave back;it immediately responded, rising at the same time high above the Light Eating dark energy.
`Wow. What a view', said Quicksilver.
`Whooaa. I don't like this', cried Baby
`Hang on, Baby - you'll be OK', said Buzzin' reassuringly.
The Wave continued to rise as the Light Eaters moved forward attacking the bottom of the Wave. The Wave rolled, curling, before plummeting towards the Light Eaters.
Vespa and Vespoola looked up just in time to see the Wave descending towards them.
`Look out...it's a comin' ta git us', cried Vespa, bending her bandy legs and jumping sideways.
Vespoola followed her sister just as the Wave hit its target, swamping the Light Eaters and scattering the mass of dark energy in every direction.
The Buzzin' Guns held fast by the Light, whooped with joy as the Wave roller coasted towards the Light Eaters, once more.
`Get back...re-group', screamed Drawoc, as the Light Eaters flew around his head like great lumps of dark jelly.
`Look out Dragwort', cried Vespoola.
Drawoc glanced over his shoulder just in time to see the Wave of Light surging forwards, scattering everything in its path...and it was heading towards him with the Buzzin' Guns `surfing' its crest.
Drawoc cursed, swiftly manouevering the Space Hopper out of the Wave's path.
Spitfire and Slasher were tumbling through the air like two fat balloons.
`Hey Slasher, this is fun', said Spitfire.
`I's rather be practisin' me self deefeenceseeve tactic sturff', said Slasher, careering into a Light Eater and bouncing backwards.
The Wave of Light continued to roll forward making it impossible for the Light Eaters to re-group.
Evil Eyes voice crackled over the air waves of Drawoc's Space Hopper.
`Where d'you think you're going, on a picnic', shouted Evil Eyes.
`Open your eyes. I had to get out of the way of the Wave', snapped back Drawoc.
`Join the main body of the Light Eaters - the others will automatically re-group. They're programmed to stick together'
`Just like us', sneered Drawoc, veering towards the largest clump of Light Eaters.
The Wave of Light rolled, curled, twisted and rose up, creating mayhem for the Light Eaters.
The dramatic effect of the two energies colliding, twisting and creating distorted patterns sent waves of terror across the world.
In the White House, the President stood on the terrace watching the sky high drama.
`What the hell is going on', he said out loud.
No one answered because no one knew. His staff shook their heads...scared and powerless, they could only watch and wonder..and hope that their worst fears where not being realised.
`Is this it', murmured a PA. `Is this the end of the world'!

Let There Be Light!

2006-07-19T08:50:00.000-07:00

The dark menacing mass of the Light Eaters continued to make good progress while earth and its inhabitants suffer the effects of a darkening world; artificial light doesn't make much difference against the deepening gloom.
Tempers flare quicker than a lighted match; everyone is scared and fear is contagious. Crowds of people gather in cities marching on government offices demanding something is done.
Dark mutterings of mutiny are heard within the government offices themselves; the staff feel vulnerable to attack, as angry crowds gather in the streets.
Everyone is afraid but no one knows what to do.
Suddenly, a tremendous brightness appears in the sky; in towns and cities the world over people look up, transfixed by the light but their fear doesn't lessen.
`It's aliens' someone cried out.
Aliens! That would explain the strange stuff that's been going on. The world is going to be invaded. A wave of panic sweeps across the world; television crews capture the scenes, relaying it back to the studios and across the globe.
`Alien invasion is imminent', claimed one over zealous news reporter.
World leaders watch the latest news, powerless to stop the panic that threatens to make the situation worse...

Every room in the White House is buzzing with activity. Security men, secretaries and PA's rush along corridors doing whatever their job demands of them...like automatons they carry on passing paper and information from one department to another.
The President of the United States, the most powerful man in the world looks anything but...pale and tired, he heads another interminable emergency meeting consisting of world leaders, the military, top scientists and the representatives from every religion. The world had become a tinderbox and they had to find a way to dampen the violent eruptions taking place.
`We've got to find out what's going on up there', said the Chief of Staff. `The sooner we send a missile...'
`NO', cried Greg Schooster, one of the world's leading envrionmental scientists. He glared his disapproval at the Chief of Staff. `We'll not find out what's going on by sending missiles', protested the scientist.
`We can't sit here and do nothing', volleyed the Chief of Staff.
`If we take any action, let it be constructive, not destructive. We need to send a rocket with a crew on board...a crew of scientists to take a look'
`LOOK', cried the Chief of Staff. `Look out of the window. Something very sinister is happening up there and we don't have time for test tubes tactics. You can't treat the atmosphere like it's some laboratory'.
`Yes we can', said Greg, drily.
The Chief of Staff stared at Greg Schooster, momentarily lost for words.
Greg turned to the President. `I'm concerned that using military weapons will exacerbate the situation. We don't know what we're dealing with...it's as simple as that, sir'.
`Gentlemen...', said the President, pausing to look at both men. How the hell could he get these two to stop arguing? Military versus science!
The President let out an audible sigh, trying to collect his thoughts before expressing himself. In truth he wanted to tell them to shut up; in reality he needed their support.
`If this situation continues to get any worse, we do need to seriously consider a military offensive', said the President.
`Sir, you don't...we don't know what it is that's up there', protested Greg.
`I know', agreed the President. `I know. But look at what's going on down here; the violence, pillaging and rebellion that threatens not only our administration but society. The police cannot cope. If we don't take control...exercise our military power, this country will be overrun by thiefs, murderers and everyone fighting for their very existance. If America falls, imagine what that will do to the rest of the world. Gentlemen, ladies', the President's eyes swept around the huge oval table.
`We are on a knife's edge and we need to cut to the chase'
Just as the President uttered the last word, a brilliant flash of light lit up the room...light so bright everyone jumped up from their seats and rushed to the window.
High in the sky a tremendous wave of light was heading towards the black `cloud'.
`What in the...', the President's voice trailed off.
Greg Schooster turned to the President. `Sir, I think what is happening up there now, speaks for itself. If confirmation was needed that should send an exploratory space mission crew, then this is it'.
`I don't see what difference it makes', protested the Chief of Staff.
`Well send both. Gentlemen', said the President,`Prepare your crews. They are going on a mission'...

Vespa & Vespoola Vroom Vroom!

2006-07-14T13:31:00.000-07:00

`Right you two...get in', said Drawoc, flicking the remote control for his Space Hopper.
Spitfire and Slasher were about to board the Space Hopper when a distant whinning sound caught their attention. Drawoc, Spitfire and Slasher turned in the direction of the noise.
`Its Vespa Vroom Vroom', cried Spitfire, excitedly.
Drawoc cursed under his breath. `Go on, get in', he ordered, impatiently. But Spitfire and Slasher hung back, watching Vespa buzz towards them..her lank hair streaming behind her.
Vespa was an old bird of mature years with stick thin legs that buckled at the knees; she fancied herself as a tough `un - the guy/gal type who no one messed with. She skidded to a halt, dug her hands deep into her pockets, gave a loud sniff, then addressed Drawoc, her jaw jutting forward.
`Where's you lot be gooin?'.
`You've seen what's goin' on out there, well I'm on my way to finish the job off', replied Drawoc, impatiently.
`Yeah, Vespa. We's gonna take over the world an' sort out the Buzzin' Guns', cried Spitfire.
Vespa's eyes lit up. `Blunderin Gums! I wouldn't min gittin me sum of them. Bin a long time since I seed sum action', sniffed Vespa, flexing her knees. `But I still got wot it takes when it comes to a good battle'
`That's your opinion', retorted Drawoc. `I've got my work cut out commanding an army of Light Eaters for Evil Eyes. I'm not looking for new recruits'.
`That's right Vespa', chipped in Slasher. `This is specialist work. It's wot I's bin practisin' me self deefenceseeve tactic sturff fur', said Slasher, importantly, adopting his `tough guy' pose.
Drawoc did a double take, staring down at the little guy; unfazed by Drawoc's response, Vespa continued, `You's could always use an ol' han' like the likes o' me. I's seed more battles than you could ever dream about', said Vespa, puffing her chest out.
`You haven't seen one like this...it's going to be the Mother of Battles...'
Vespa thrust her face nearer Drawoc's.
`An' you's be lookin' at the daughter, Dragwort', interrupted Vespa, sticking her chin out defiantly. `Fightin's me name an' fightin's me game...metalfizzlicklally speakin'.
`I haven't got time for this. The Buzzin' Guns are on their way', snapped Drawoc, turning towards the Space Hopper; he was eager to get away but Vespa stood between him and the machine.
`I's understandin' the tenshunns you's feelin'. It goes wiv the territory of leadership. But you's won't be loosin' out by havin' me on board', insisted Vespa.
`Do what you like but remember, it's everyman for himself', said Drawoc, pushing past the old bird.
`Suits me. I's used ta takin' care of meself. Fact, I's agoo and git me sista Vespoola. She's a dab han' when it comes to battles, too'.
Drawoc jerked his head towards Vespa.
`Why don't you bring your Uncle Tom Cobbley an' all', he shouted in exasperation.
`If dead men could fight, I would', said Vespa. `But `e don't breath no more, so `e ain't gonna be a lotta use', she sighed.
`Do what you like', snapped Drawoc. `Now out of my way'. Drawoc boarded the Space Hopper and began to press the controls; the moth-like machine hovered a few inches above the ground, then roared into life and shot forward at an alarming speed.
Vespa watched the machine disappear, still contemplating her idea of recruiting her sister Vespoola.
`Huh, that Dragwort knowed nuthin'`bout fightin' battles', she mumbled, gathering the saliva in her mouth and aiming at a spittoon.
`Well...`e's gonna learn a thing or two from me an' Vespoola'. With a jerk of her head Vespa Vroom Vroom buzzed off towards her sister Vespoola's abode...
Vespoola lay in a hammock surrounded by a cloud of smoke from a foul smelling cheroot that hung out of the corner of her mouth.
`Souveniers' from her `war' years adorned the surfaces of her hickeldy pickledy home;
framed photos of herself in various combat poses hung askew on the walls; in the far corner of the room an old boiler had a `Smoking Kills' government health warning painted across its front; the boiler was coughing and belching out clouds of smoke that filled the room.
Vespoola was the mirror image of her sister, Vespa.
`Vespoola. Is you in', called Vespa, buzzing into the smoke filled room.
`I is', answered Vespoola.
Vespa followed the sound of her sisters voice, peering through the thick fog of smoke until she espied her sister stretched out in the hammock.
`Git ya combat clobber on gal. I's found us a misshuun', ordered Vespa, digging her hands deep into her pockets and puffing out her chest with pride.
Vespoola's air of complacency suddenly vanished. She inhaled a mouthful of smoke and began coughing as she sat bolt upright.
`Misshuun. Wot kinda misshuun', spluttered Vespoola.
`A fightin' misshuun...thas wot'
Vespoola swung her legs over the side of the hammock, cheroot still hanging from the corner of her mouth.
`Fightin' misshuun. Who fur?'.
`Dragwort...'
`Wot. Thatsunofadontknowwotwhenitwusathome', snorted Vespoola. `Wos `e up ta'
``E's be after them Blunderin' Gums...doin' big battle sturff', replied Vespa.
`Buggin' Bum's, cried Vespoola. `Why's I'd like ta git me sum a' them fur me trophy wall'.
Vespoola leapt off the hammock, pulled open a cupboard door and grabbed a handful of combat clothes.
`Wos tha battle about', said Vespoola, her voice sounding muffled as she pulled a vest over her head.
`Takin' over the world type-a sturff', replied Vespa.
`Wot fur?'
`Hell, who cares. A battle's a battle an' thas where we's comes in', sniffs Vespa. `Give Dragwort the benefits of our xspeereences'.
`You's right, sis. We ken show that Dragwort a thing or two dozen when it comes ta fightin'
`Yeah, he's bee needin it', agreed Vespoola. He's wetta than water when it comes ta battles'
`Ain't that the gospel. Tha' boy ain't got tha time to learn what we's bee aknowin' `bout battles, sniffed Vespa.
`Or the brains', said Vespoola. `Lets git gone. I'd hate ta git there an' find it's all over'
`No chance, sis. I's atold `im...he's bee needin' us for this `ere battle, an' he knows it', said Vespa, larging it.
Vespoola slapped a beret on her head and jammed a fresh cheroot into the corner of her mouth.
`I's be ready. Lead on, sis'
Vespa led the way through the thicket of smoke followed by Vespoola.
The two sisters couldn't wait to join the action.

Introducing Spitfire & Slasher- The Little Devils!

2006-07-02T12:32:00.000-07:00

Even Agents of the Dark like Drawoc need a sidekick...someone whom they can vent their anger and frustration on...someone who takes none of the credit when things go right and all of the blame when things go wrong.
Sidekicks need to be thick skinned. But even more importantly, they need to be stupid and useless. And Spitfire fits the bill admirably!
Spitfire is a rough, tough little guy...a ball of aggressive energy Drawoc can always count on; dressed from head to toe in a red suit, with little horns sticking out of his head, Spitfire fancies himself as a force to be reckoned with but in reality he is as much use as a chocolate fireguard.
Spitfire spends most of his time buzzing around in the air, spinning and twisting, like a corkscrew before dive bombing towards a target he always manages to miss.
Drawoc entered his quarters just in time to see his hapless sidekick heading towards a board with a real bulls eye centre. The eye opens and closes then squeezes itself tight shut as Spitfire approaches. Another second and Spitfire crash lands, making an ear splitting sound that richochets around the room. The bulls eye gingerly opens and glances sideways. Spitfire has missed, of course!
`Useless...what are you?', said Drawoc contemptibly.
Spitfire lay prostrate on the floor huffing and puffing like a steam train; a fine misty vapour issues from every orifice and drifts towards the ceiling where it forms into a cluster of clouds.
`I's is practisin', replied Spitfire, defensively. `Sides, I nearly did it'.
Drawoc bends low so his face is close to Spitfires' `Nearly isn't good enough', he says, menacingly.
`Practice makes perfect', said Spitfire, jumping to his feet and nearly head butting Drawoc. `Did you see Evil Eyes'?
`Of course. Where d'you think I've been...figure skating'
`What's the latest news?'
`The Light Eaters are making good progress. There is just the small matter of the Buzzin' Guns...then Earth will be ours'
Spitfires' eyes widen. `The Buzzin Guns. Crikes! I'd better get some practice in'
`I could do better with a blindfold on'.
`I's is getter gooder. You watch me words', says Spitfire; he begins to huff and puff, his face grows redder and steam begins to issue from his ears.
`You never hit anything. All you do is let off steam and set the place alight'
Spitfire lets off more steam, determined to prove Drawoc wrong;
`To each man his own; to everything there's a season; every cloud has a silver lining', recites Spitfire.
`SHUT UP!'
Spitfire carries on huffing and puffing and begins to recite his `war cry'.
`Anger's energy, anger's a tool, if you want to get moving, use anger as a fuel'; suddenly Spitfire makes a farting sound and a flame issues from his backside.
`And we have lift off', cries Spitfire, excitedly as he slowly rises from the ground.
`I'll give you lift off'. Drawoc pulls back his leg and aims his foot at Spitfire's backside; Drawoc's toe meets its target and sends Spitfire flying.
`Thanks Drawoc. Much obliged', said Spitfire, shooting up like a rocket.
`It's a real pleasure my little demon'
Spitfire begins to twist and turn before aiming at his target; the `bulls' eye' widens, watching Spitfire as he heads down in a tailspin. Spitfire rushes headlong at the board, sounding like a dive bomb.
The eye twitches nervously as Spitfire gets closer.
Spitfire hits the board with an almighty crash...and misses! The `bulls eye' slowly opens and looks down; Spitfire is held fast by his horns and struggles to free himself; he manages to release one horn but in the effort he starts spinning.
Drawoc looks on, resisting the urge to aim another kick at Spitfire.
At last Spitfire manages to free himself and lands on the floor puffing steam; he gets to his feet and examines the target board.
`See, I's is gettin' gooder', he pants, looking pleased with himself.
`You missed by miles' mutters Drawoc.
`Yeah, but not as many miles as usual', replies Spitfire, happily.
`Then I've nothing to worry about have I', retorts Drawoc, striding off towards his office.
Inside Drawoc's inner sanctum a huge screen dominates the room. As soon as Drawoc enters, the screen begins to flicker into life. Evil Eyes appears on the screen.
`There you are', said Evils Eyes, unncessarily.
`How observant of you'
`You would be wiser to conserve your energy for the forthcoming battle instead of wasting it on sarcasm,' advised Evil Eyes.
`On the contrary. That's how I physche myself up'
`I need to see you', said Evil Eyes
`You can'
`In person. What I have to show you is too sensitive to relay through the air waves'
`It had better be. I want to get on with the job'
`You won't do a very good one unless you know all there is to know'
`As soon as possible, if not sooner', said Evil Eyes.
`I'm on my way'...
`Come on. We're leaving', barked Drawoc, striding across the room.
`Where's we goin'?, said Spitfire, looking surprised.
`The `Moan Dome'. Evil Eyes needs to see me, so shift yourself'...

Drawoc and Spitfire arrive at the `Moan Dome'. Without any preamble Evil Eyes launched into his reason for summoning Drawoc.
`Look at the screen'
Drawoc turned to the extra-terrestrial TV hovering on the wall. `They're on their way'.
Drawoc lips curl into a grimace at the sight of Buzzin' Gun and his gang standing on the Wave of Light.
`See what they're bringing with them. Look at that Light', said Evil Eyes, his voice rising.
`I'm looking', replied Drawoc through gritted teeth.
`Wow', says Spitfire . `That's some Light they's got there'
`I'm not blind', snapped Drawoc.
`You will be if you keep staring at it', said Spitfire, cheerfully.
`Anymore from you...'
`That's enough', interrupted Evil Eyes. `Tell me, what do you think, Drawoc'
`If your Light Eaters are so efficient, they'll make short work of it. Besides, the Brotherhood must be worried to send them'
`They're not that worried. Look again', ordered Evil Eyes
Drawoc stepped closer to the screen.
`Well?'
`Well what!', snaps Drawoc, impatiently.
`A child is with them'
Drawoc's eyes fix on Baby.
`If they're that worried why is the child with them', queried Evil Eyes. `Unless...they are trying to convey the impression they are not too concerned'
`The Brotherhood must be' argued Drawoc. `Why else would they be sending the Buzzin' Guns and that Wave of Light!'
`I don't like it. There has to be a significance, sending that child'
Drawoc moves his head slowly. `You could be right but I don't see what difference it makes'.
`We shall see. In the meantime you had better join the Light Eaters...as soon as possible'
`I will', agreed Drawoc. `And then...the battle will begin'
`I will keep in touch on the `air waves', said Evil Eyes.
`Let's go', ordered Drawoc. `We have work to do'

Even sidekicks need a sidekick...enter Slasher.
Like Spitfire, he's dressed from head to toe in red and has two little horns but that's where the similarities ends. Slasher, although smaller than Spitfire, thinks he's tougher and meaner...not easy when you're so tiny.
He wears an assortment of knives strapped to his belt and spends most of his time defending himself against imaginary opponents.
Spitfire zooms into Slasher's quarters, twisting and turning through the air.
`Whhooaa' whined Spitfire. `Whhooaa'
Slasher is busy practising his `self-defensive tactic sturff'; crouched low, wielding a knife, he mutters to no one there `I's gonna cut you. I's gonna cut you'.
Spitfire heads towards the ground and careers into Slasher knocking him off his feet.
Slasher picks himself up, hopping from one foot to another.
`Ow, ow! That hurted', he complains
`Hi ya, Slasher. What ya doin'?
`I's practisin' me self deefenceseeve tactic sturff', said Slasher, looking pained. `You still doin' target practice?'
`Yeah. I's is gettin' gooder, too' replied Spitfire, proudly.
`Watch this', Slasher adopts his `deefenceseeve'posture, crouching low. `I's gonna cut you. I's gonna cut you'
`S'impressive', nods Spitfire. `Nuff to scare anyone, that is. Now watch me'. Spitfire huffs and puffs until steam appears from his ears; he farts a flame and his feet begin to leave the ground.
Spitfire rises up does an assortment of twists and turns then heads towards the ground where he crash lands into an untidy heap.
`Oh yeah,' said Slasher, looking bewildered. `You's is betta...definitely'
`Hey, Slasher', said Spitfire scrambling to his feet,`how would you like to help me an' Drawoc sort out them Buzzin' Guns and take over the world with Evil Eyes and the Light Eaters'.
Slasher's eyes widen.`Yeah. Did Drawoc send ya ta ask me?'
`Nah. but `e won't mind. The more the merrier; many `ands make lightish work; two `eads is betta than one an' all that stuff'
Slasher stares ahead in a dreamlike state. `Cor, wouldn't I. Fact, sounds wot I wus born to do. Yeah, count me in an' let's get at them Buggin' Bugs', said Slasher adopting a `tough guy' pose.
`We's betta get to Drawoc's place. He's leavin' on `is Space Hopper as we speak'

Spitfire and Slasher entered Drawoc's quarters.
`Where've you been. I'm ready to leave', he screams
`To get Slasher. He's comin' wiv us'
Drawoc does a double take. `WHAT'
`Yeah', replied Spitfire, unabashed.
`It's up to me I'm commanding the army of Light Eaters. I don't want to watch out for stray knives', yelled Drawoc.
`S'ok, Drawoc. I can take care of meself', says Slasher, coolly.
`Oh you can can you. What are those marks on your face...laughter lines'
`Thems is me battle scars. Thems is where I's bin practisin' me self deefenceseeve tactic sturff' replied Slasher, proudly.
`Dee what!'
`Aw, Drawoc. Slasher'll be OK', put in Spitfire.
`I couldn't care less if he isn't. I'm not nurse maiding anyone'
`Yeah, we know you're not Superman', sniffed Spitfire.
`And what is that supposed to mean?', said Drawoc, glaring at his sidekick.
`I know your limitations', went on Spitfire, digging himself into a bigger hole.
Drawoc rushes towards Spitfire with all the determination of a footballer aiming for a goal; he pulls his leg back and aims a hefty kick at Spitfire who dodges out of the way leaving Drawoc's foot swinging in the air.
`Missed - jus' like I do', said Spitfire, cheerfully.
Drawoc gritted his teeth and clenched his fists in frustration.
`C'mon you two', he barked.
Spitfire and Slasher follow closely behind Drawoc. Spitfire farts a flame and Slasher adopts his `deefenceseeve' pose, mumbling `I's is gonna cut you', as he manouevres himself out of the room backwards.
At last, they're on their way to do battle with the Buzzin' Guns!

Surfin' the Wave!

2006-06-27T14:38:00.000-07:00

`Armageddon'...
The word was only whispered but rebounded around the Temple like a loose cannon.
The Chief Councillor watched the expressions of the Buzzin Guns as the enormity of the situation sunk in.
`Now you know how serious the situation is, I would like to explain the plan we have been working on...a plan which will combat the dark energy...and which involves all of you'
`Great', said Buzzin'
`For a long time now, we have been creating a new Wave of Light energy...a Wave so powerful that it will raise the Earth's vibration. This Wave is far greater in strength than any Tsunami. In fact you could call it a Tsunami Wave of Light'
`Tsunami's don't get good press on Earth, Your Grace', said Funnybone.
The Chief Councillor placed his hand on Funnybone's shoulder. `This one will; it is a Wave of Light. Light, Funnybone'
`I'm on your Wave length, Your Grace', grinned Funnybone. `But the word Tsunami creates bad vibes'
`You are right, my friend', smiled His Grace. `But it is all the more reason to use the word in connection with something highter. This Wave is exceptionally sensitve, made of pure Light energy so it is not only connected to the Universe but your thoughts. This means you can manoeuvre it any way you desire. The Wave will turn in any direction, rise to any height, descend like a roller coaster, pull back and move forward…it will even put you in a tail spin. In other words, it will move according to your thoughts'
`Wow - that sounds awesome', said Fox.
`If you want the wave to surge forward, rise up or race down, it will', continued the Chief Councillor. `In fact, it will take you on the ride of your life!'
`The Wave obviously reduces the power of the Light Eaters', said Buzzin'
`Exactly' replied His Grace. `A perfect way of defeating them, I'm sure you will agree'.
`A war without weapons. How cool is that', said Golden King.
`Sounds like our kinda battle', said Buzzin'
`Sure does. I don't like getting hurt', said Foxy
`What we are asking you to do my friends...' His Grace hesitated, smiling at the group before continuing `is surf the Wave of Light'
The gang exchanged looks, grinning at the prospect of combating the dark energy in such a cool way.
`See, there's always Light at the end of the tunnel', said Jethro
`This is such a cool plan', said Star, shaking her head in wonder.
`Yeah. I'm up for it', said Jethro.
`Better believe it', cried Quicksilver `somethin's gotta sort out this crazy stuff'
`If you succeed, my friends, you will also help lift the Earth's vibration'
`And if we don't', said Star.
`That is unthinkable, my dear'
`Why us?' said Golden King.
`You have all learnt to master your minds and control your emotions. Once you have won the inner battle you are better equipped to deal with the external battles. Your ability to deflect the negative energy of others and not allow yourselves to be affected by the energy of those around you makes you ideal for this conflict. You are all exceptional Light workers'
The elders, Menroc and the rest of the gang turned to Buzzin'
`When do we leave', said Buzzin', smiling.
`Now. Every moment is a precious opportunity to stop this travesty. I will take you to the Wave...please, come this way', said His Grace, turning to leave the Temple.
`We'll say goodbye to Baby before we go', said Angel.
`Ah, Baby. I would prefer you take him with you', said His Grace.
The gang stopped in their tracks. Take Baby...a little kid!
`Your Grace', said Star. `You really mean that...after tellin' us that this is the Final Conflict - take Baby!
The Chief Councillor moved his head slowly, `I do my dear. Trust me. Baby will play his part'.
His voice as always, was calm...it held a note of re-assurance that wasn't lost on the gang.
`Then we'll take him', said Buzzin'
`Please...follow me'
They filed out of the Temple, following the Chief Councillor, down the steps into the garden. Baby appeared, gamboling towards them from the undergrowth, followed by a cluster of butterflies.
`Can we stay', cried Baby, leaping and jumping towards the group.
`How would you like to go surfin'?', said Buzzin'
`Surfin'', repeated Baby, looking surprised. `Dunno, I've never surfed before'.
His Grace bent low `It will come naturally, Baby - trust me'
`Oh, will it', said Baby, brightly.
`You'll be OK', said Buzzin'
`I'll go if you are too', replied Baby, hopping from one foot to another.
The group made their way along a footpath that wound through a garden of exquisite beauty. The path began to fall away, sloping gently towards a golden beach. The Buzzin' Guns gasped as they took in the scene. A vast sea of Light shimmered before them, glistening as a myriad of rainbow coloured particles sparkled and danced rising up from its surface.
The Chief Councillor turned to the Buzzin' Guns.
`Your weapon, my friends', he said.
`Wow - I've never seen such a beautiful weapon', gasped Saphyr.
`The simplest and safest answer to the Light Eaters', said Buzzin'
`Indeed', agreed the Chief Councillor. `Once the energies have been balanced, the Wave will automatically draw back and return here. Not before', he explained
`You will know when the battle has been won'
For a brief moment, the Buzzin' Guns stared ahead at the Wave of Light, each lost in their own thoughts.
`How do we climb aboard', said Funnybone, turning his twisting his head from side to side.
`Just move nearer and it will lift you onto its surface and hold you, replied His Grace.
`We will be watching your progress on the Screen of Life', said His Grace `Now, my friends, we must not waste any more time'.
They moved as one, a few steps closer to the Wave and suddenly they were all standing on its surface, held miraculously by the energy of Light.
Baby clung to Buzzin's legs, afraid that he might fall if he didn't have something to hold onto.
His Grace and the rest of the Brotherhood looked on.
`Remember, we will be with you every step of the way. `Ride the Wave, my friends...ride it', instructed His Grace.
The Wave began its journey towards the battle that would decide Earth's future!

Returning to the Garden of the Universe at the Speed of Light

2006-06-23T06:08:00.000-07:00

Menroc and the Buzzin'Guns left the relative warmth of the cafe and continued heading south for a few miles; when Menroc gave the signal, they turned off the main highway and travelled across barren countryside; a few more miles across no-mans-land and Menroc gave another signal to stop.
`Here', said Menroc, scanning the horizon.
Suddenly, a thin streak of Light appeared from the sky, twisting like a piece of animated rope towards the ground.
`Here it comes, guys - our transport' said Menroc. The Light twisted, spinning like a tornado as it travelled towards them at an amazing speed.
Within seconds the Light had reached the group and began to spin around them until they were all cocooned.
The Buzzin' Guns felt themselves leave the ground as the force of the Light lifted them, carrying them skywards.
In time too quick to measure, the Light had deposited Menroc and the Buzzin' Guns in the Garden of the Universe.
`Welcome, welcome', the group turned in the direction of the voice to see the Chief Councillor hurrying towards them, smiling, arms outstretched.
`Ah, it's so good to see you all' he said, drawing nearer, his bright eyes scanning the group. Then he turned to Menroc, `Thank you Menroc'.
`The pleasure was all mine, Your Grace', grinned Menroc.
`Don't you believe it', countered Buzzin'
`It's great to have these guys back', said Menroc.
`It's good to be back', agreed Buzzin'
`Yeah, like home sweet home', said Jethro.
The Chief Councillor smiled and waited patiently before addressing the gang, `I trust you had a good journey?'
`So good we didn't notice we were travelling', smiled Buzzin'
`Excellent. At least the Speed of Light has not been affected. Please, come this way to the Temple. We have some refreshments for you'
`I'll stay in the garden and play', said Baby, skipping off.
The group made their way to the Temple; once inside its cool confines a sense of peace and tranquility washed over them.
But the Screen of Life at the far end of the Temple arrested the Buzzin' Guns attention. In full close-up...so close they could have been in the Temple, the Light Eaters were making their way across the suns surface.
`Wow, you could almost reach out and touch them', whispered Saphyr.
The Chief Councillor followed Buzzin Guns gaze. `I trust Menroc has given you some idea of what is happening between here and Earth's atmosphere', he said.
`He has', replied Buzzin' `I wasn't surprised to learn Drawoc was involved'
`Good. Your instincts are excellent, Buzzin'. Drawoc has joined forces with an entity called Evil Eyes. Evil Eyes has invented a dark energy called the Light Eaters. And that, my friends, is the dark cloud attemtping to cover the sun. As you can see, the Light Eaters are devouring light and colour as they move across the sun's orbit. You can actually see the colour being drawn from the earth’s atmosphere. Drawoc and Evil Eyes plan to saturate the earth with dark energy'...for eternity!'
`But nothing would survive', exclaimed Fox.
I’m afraid it would, Fox', said the Chief Councillor, softly. `But everyone…man, woman and child would be plunged into the lowest level of existence. Without colour and light, people would resort to their destructive natures. Life would continue but it would be like Hell on Earth'.
The Chief Councillor waited for his words to take effect before continuing.
`And that is not all'.
All eyes were upon him as the gang waited with bated breath.
`We are also concerned about the powers on earth. Their limited knowledge will doubtless drive them to launch a military attack on the Light Eaters...and that, my friends, would create a Black Hole!'
`This sounds so hideous. Something must be done to stop them, Your Grace?', said Angel.
The Chief Councillor studied the group...his calm expression belying the seriousness of the situation they all faced.
`Rest assured, my dear we have been working on a plan. But first, I must explain that this conflict between the dark and light forces was predicted thousands of years ago. It is...' the Chief Councillor hesitated for a moment, his silence commanding total concentration `the Final Conflict'
An audible gasp went up, followed by stunned murmurings; some of the gang turned to look at Buzzin' for inspiration.
But Buzzin's expression did not alter. `Armaggedon?', he simply said.
`Yes, Buzzin', Armaggedon'...

Menroc Meets the Buzzin' Guns

2006-06-19T13:17:00.000-07:00

By the time the Buzzin' Guns took their leave of Max and Lisa a few days later, a neighbourhood watch had been organised, ready to hose down any potential trouble makers.
A sense of peace and control had been restored to one small area, at least.
But the world was suffering from the effects of the increasing darkness...

The Buzzin' Guns made their way southbound, along what was once a picturesque coast road. Caught between a foaming sea that looked as though it had reached boiling point and a colourless landscape, the Buzzin' Guns could see the devasting effects of a darkening world.
They stopped on a cliff top and surveyed the surrounding countryside.
`What's goin' on, Buzzin'?', said Angel, looking around at the colourless landscape.
`Drawoc, babe'
`Has to be', nodded Golden King.
`And I don't think he's alone', said Buzzin'
`So he's found a playmate and they're tinkering with nature', said Funnybone
`You master of understatement', grinned Fox. `We're on the eve of destruction and you call it `tinkering with nature'
`We're supposed to look on the brightside, Foxy', said Quicksilver
`Yeah, before it disappears', quipped Funnybone
`If Drawoc's involved, then so are we, right Buzzin?', said Golden King
`Right. Whatever he does, pulls us in'
`I don't like Drawoc', said Baby, pulling a face. `He's nasty'. Everyone laughed at Baby's screwed up face.
`You got good instincts, kid', said Jethro.
`Hey fellas. Can we diss the doomsday stuff and find some place for coffee and a bite to eat - you know...normal stuff', suggested Saphyr.
`Don't worry, babe. There's always a solution', said Buzzin, kicking his bike into action.
`Yeah, but it ain't water this time', murmured Angel.
Seconds later, they were on the road, speeding along like a group of ghost riders.

The small roadside cafe was open for business, despite the lateness of the hour. The Buzzin' Guns pulled up and made their way inside. The place was busy, damp and warm; the smell of fried cooking and hot coffee mingled with smoke. Under the dim lights everything looked normal.
The place went suddenly quiet; everyone turned to look at the Buzzin' Guns as they made their way to the counter; a large TV screen hung suspended over the counter; the news came on, providing another distraction for everyone.

`An emergency meeting between world leaders, top military officials and some of the world's leading scientists is taking place to try and solve the mystery of the growing darkness that’s spreading over England, Europe, Africa and America', announced the newsreader.
`The meeting is taking place in Washington. Scientists have yet to discover what the mysterious dark `cloud' is that is moving across the sun. At first, the shadow was thought to be caused by global dimming but the worlds leading scientists have now admitted they do not know.
One of the most worrying aspects of the problem is that all traces of colour are disappearing in the affected regions. Climatic changes, volcanic eruptions and sudden violent storms are taking place all over the world, adding to the growing problems faced by the authorities. Reports of spontaneous violence are also on the increase. It is hoped that the worlds top brains can shed some light on this growing mystery before it continues to spread. We go over now to join Gavin Jones in America…'

`Hi. What can I get you - before we all disappear'
`Have we got time for one last meal and coffee', said Fox, grinning.
`Depends on how long you take to choose', smiled the waitress.
The Buzzin' Guns placed their order then made their way to a nearby table.
`It's the disappearance of colour that's so sinister', said Angel, kick starting the subject again.
`I thought you'd had enough of the doomsday stuff', said Quicksilver
`It's following us, babe', said Star.
`Why zap the colour from earth?', persisted Angel.
`How, is what I'd like to know' said Buzzin'
`You're sure Drawoc's behind all this, Buzzin?', said Star
`As sure as I'm sitting' here'
`If you know who's behind this lot, you oughta do somethin' about it'. The Guns turned in the direction of a man seated at the next table.
`Sorry, didn't catch your name', said Buzzin'
`That's `cos I didn't give it', replied the man. His tone was abrupt, his expression hard, challenging.
`You know somethin', you should be tellin' the authorities', he went on.
Buzzin' gave the man a cool look, unfazed by the stranger's menacing attitude.
`We're having a private conversation'. Buzzin's tone was calm.
`Ain't a private subject. Case you ain't noticed, this stuff's that's goin' on is affecting everyone an' you talk as though you know what's doin' it. I `eard ya, said `is name, Draword or somethin'.
`Maybe we work for the authorities' replied Buzzin'
`Huh', sneered the stranger, showing a row of uneven teeth. `You lot work for the authorities. Dressed like that!'
`That's how disguise works' said Buzzin'. The sneer disappeared from the strangers face.
`You takin'the ...' the man stood up and stepped forward. Buzzin got to his feet. The man stopped in his tracks; Buzzin' towered over the man. The stranger looked up, his eyes flickering. Buzzin' noted the look of uncertainty register in the strangers eyes. Suddenly, he didn't look so keen to tackle Buzzin'.
`You're wanting to leave', said Buzzin', deftly stepping to one side.
`Yeah...yeah that's right', said the man, brushing past Buzzin'.
Buzzin' sat back down and watched the man make his way out of the cafe.
`Well done, Buzzin'. See you haven't lost your touch'
Buzzin'looked in the direction of a small man, wearing a cloth cap pulled low over his face. For a brief moment, Buzzin' stared at the vaguely familiar face.
`Menroc. Why you...'
Menroc's wrinkled face creased into a warm smile; he stood up and made his way over to the gang; they all stood up and for a moment Menroc disappeared into a ruby scrum of warm embraces.
`It's good to see you', said Buzzin' `About time you showed'. They sat down, eager to hear Menroc's news.
Menroc leaned forward, keeping his voice low. `I'm here to tell you guys you're wanted...asap by the Brotherhood'
`Good', said Buzzin' `I've been waiting for some kinda contact. Drawoc's involved?'
`Big time', replied Menroc. `He's joined forces with an entity called Evil Eyes; between them they've cooked up a plan to shroud the earth in eternal darkness by dissolving light and colour'
`Sounds a fun thing to do', said Funnybone.
Menroc moved his head up and down, slowly. `Evil Eyes has developed a dark energy called the Light Eaters'.
`The dark `cloud', said Buzzin'
`You've got it'
`That's one helluva crazy plan', said Quicksilver.
`Yeah... but it ain't that crazy - it's working', sighed Menroc. `That shadow over the sun ain't a raincloud guys. You've seen the news, this is the BIG ONE'.
The gang exchanged looks.
`So where do we come in?' said Buzzin'
`You've got the starring role in this little drama', grinned Menroc. `The Brotherhood want you guys back, like yesterday'
`Starring role in Drawoc's drama', smiled Buzzin'
`Cool. I wonder if he knows', agreed Funnybone.
`He wants you guys - always has', said Menroc
`We all like a challenge', said Buzzin'
`When you guys have eaten, we'll leave for the pick-up point. The Brotherhood will tell you the plan...although you still have free will, I hasten to add'
`If we don't stop Drawoc, nothing will be free', said Buzzin'
`That's right', agreed Menroc. `Drawoc must be stopped and if you guys can't, nothing will'...

Introducing the Buzzin' Guns and a Simple Solution

2006-06-14T14:33:00.000-07:00

`Hey, it's good to see you all', said Max.
`You don't know what it means having you here', agreed Lisa. `Everything's got so bad'.
The Buzzin' Guns had crowded into Max's shrinking front room.
Max looked around at his old friends and felt a warm glow. It'd been a long time since he last saw them but they hadn't changed. If anything they seemed cooler than he remembered.
Buzzin' the leader, had to be the coolest; then there was Golden King, patient and kind but nobody's fool; Quicksilver was just that...fast, unfazed by anything; Fox, so called because of his slightly reddish hair...clever and cool; Jethro, quirky, slightly nervous, endearing; Funnybone, the wise joker, dependable; the Babes, cool chics with legs and then some; and finally, Baby...the child of the gang...great little guy. They looked impressive and that was somethin' considering the ravages being wreaked on the atmosphere and the human race.
`It's good to see you both', said Buzzin' `I had a feelin' you needed our help'
`Yeah, I was hopin' you would' sighed Max. `See what's goin' on out there...every night. We don't need TV anymore, just look out ya front window for drama. It's like War of the Worlds'
`It is War of the Worlds Max...', said Buzzin'
`It's like this all over the country Max. Everywhere we go we're seeing the same stuff', said Quicksilver.
`What's goin' on, Buzzin'? Things ain't right, even when they've calmed down...there's somethin'in the atmosphere...somethin' strange is happenin'. Everything looks so dark'
`I've an idea but we're just waiting...'
`What for?', said Lisa
`Confirmation...and a great cup of coffee'
Everyone laughed...Max and Lisa felt the tension drain from their bodies.
`Sorry guys...I'll put the kettle on'
`No kiddin', Buzzin', the situation's become intolerable', continued Max, when Lisa had left the room. `Night after night...noise, vandalism. The world seems to be goin' crazy, like it's off balance'
`It is off balance. That just about sums it up Max', agreed Buzzin'
`Then it's hopeless'
`No. No situation is hopeless. There's an answer to every problem and most of the time it's a simple one'
`Got a simple answer for that lot', said Max, jerking his head towards the window.
`Yeah', replied Buzzin', calmly.
Max shot Buzzin' a quizzical look.
`You serious?'
Buzzin' nodded `Sure. Would I lie to you?'
`Wellll...no but I don't see how you can sort them out'
`Piece of cake, Max', said Fox, with a wry grin. Max looked across at the lean, taught body of Fox; dressed in the same black and yellow top, jeans and boots and wearing the same wrap-around dark glasses, Fox looked cool and capable of taking care of anything...even the women, as Max knew, could take care of themselves better than most men.
That was the thing about the Buzzin' Guns, they knew how to tackle any situation without wasting their energy. Max had to remind himself that these guys didn't resort to violence...and it paid.
Lisa appeared with a tray of coffee.
`Hey, let me get that', offered Jethro, taking the tray from Lisa...

`So...what's your answer Buzzin'.
It was half an hour later; they had drunk their coffee while Max had filled them in on the worse details; nothing surprised the Buzzin' Guns; they had spent the last months assessing the situation all over the country...and waiting. Buzzin' knew they would get word from the Brotherhood...the first in a long, long time. Any situation had to be serious before the Brotherhood made contact and Buzzin' knew the situation could only get more serious...if something wasn't done.
The World was in trouble and it was only a question of time before the Brotherhood intervened...
`I told you, the best answers are the simplest'
`You suggesting I read them a bed time story or somethin''
`Max', remonstrated Lisa.
`Yeah, sorry'
`It's OK. We understand'
`I just don't see what you can do about them'
`Dampen their enthusiasm', said Buzzin'
`What?'
`Come with me Max', said Buzzin'. The rest of the gang followed Buzzin' and Max out of the room.
Ten minutes later they all stood outside while Buzzin' approached the ringleader. The other gang members stood close, just behind Buzzin'.
`Look who's `ere. Whaddya want', sneered the ringleader.
`The fire out and you and your friends gone', said Buzzin'
`Yeah. `An', I'd like a new car for Christmas' The ringleader laughed at his own joke and his mates joined in.
`Sometimes you get what you didn't bargain for', said Buzzin', casually. `Now...you and your friends...go. Outta here'
`An' if we don't', challenged the ringleader.
`We gonna make you want too'
`Oh yeah. You gotta chieftain tank or somefin''
`We don't use aggression', replied Buzzin'
The youth looked around at the other Buzzin' Guns. They hadn't moved; nor had they spoken...they just stared at everyone through those dark glasses. Hell,the leader was big. The boy didn't have a death wish but neither did he want to give in, yet he knew instinctively they could handle themselves, yet they had shown no aggression, just cool nerve. Well, he couldn't afford to loose his. If you wanna be a ringleader, you've gotta learn to run rings around everyone!
`Wot ya gonna do if we don't'
`Something guaranteed to make you want to leave', said Buzzin'
The boy frowned, his mouth turning into a grimace. What was he talkin' about.
`Go', warned Buzzin' `Whilst you can'. The last words sounded ominous.
The boy took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring. As big as he was, this guy was gettin' on his nerves.
`Nah...we're stayin', he said, defiantly.
`Ahh, c'mon...let's go, Mikey. S'late anyway', said one of the youths.
`Nah. If I say we stay...we stay'.
`Yeah...we stay', mimicked another youth.
`WE STAY. WE STAY. WE STAY', the chant went up. In a few seconds all the youths were punching the air and shouting the words `WE STAY WE STAY'.
Buzzin' looked over his shoulder and gave an almost imperceptible nod of his head.
The youths were so busy chanting they didn't see what was coming.
Seconds later, the chanting stopped as a powerful jet of water struck them; in another nano second they were all drenched..soaked so much their clothes stuck to their skin like tissue paper.
The girls tried to run, squealing like baby pigs while the boys too drunk to stand, were bowed down, shouting abuse...all gasped for breath as the water travelled across the group.
Within a few minutes the bonfire had turned from a roaring blaze into a smouldering damp heap. The youths were knocked back, away from the bonfire, some of them falling over and laying on the ground in damp, drunken exhaustion. The ones that were still standing couldn't run, their clothes sodden, shoes soaked, water impeded their movements and obscured their vision. The ringleader was flat on his back, floudering like a fish out of water, cursing.
Buzzin' lifted his hand, giving the signal to turn off the water.
Max stared at the scene, incredulous, he could hardly believe he was seeing the same youths who had tormented the neighbourhood for months. They were still cursing but their cockiness had gone.
The ringleader struggled to his feet, water dripping from his hair and skin and his clothes clinging to his thin frame; he looked powerless.
Soaked to the skin, he looked just what he was...a skinny youth with the nerve to project a tough image.
`I'll...I'll...we'll get you for this', he finally gasped.
`Sure', replied Buzzin' nonchantly. `Come back when you're clothes are dry and you'll get the same treatment'
The ringleader stared at Buzzin', momentarily lost for words.
`You lot have been terrorising this neighbourhood for months, think yourself lucky you only got a soaking because you deserve a lot worse', warned Max, stepping forward.
Some of the youths turned to leave, squelching as they walked. A few hung back, waiting for the ringleader.
`Go home', ordered Buzzin' `And don't come back. If you do, you'll get the same treatment. Understand?'
The ringleader sneered as he wiped his nose with the back of his hand. He had to put up a show of defiance but he knew he'd lost face. He looked like a limp rag doll, not a gang leader of tough teenagers.
`May `ave lost the battle but we ain't lost the war', he said, lamely.
`Be careful who you pick your fights with son', replied Buzzin' `Now get outta here'
`C'mon Mike', said one of his mates. `We're goin'. We ain't standin' round in these wet clothes. We're catch our death'
The ringleader reluctantly left, scowling and cursing...his last act of leadership, a failure as he squelched away from the `battle' scene.
Buzzin'and the rest of the gang waited until the youths were out of sight.
`I wouldn't have believed that if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes', said Max, grinning.
`Now you know what to do'
`Yeah, but those kids are itching for a fight. They'll keep coming back, Buzzin'
`Keep spraying them with water...it works', said Fox
`Look upon it as a spa treatment', grinned Funnybone.
They were making their way back to Max's house.
`I know what you're thinking. If you keep getting the better of them, maybe they will do something really bad'.
`Well, yeah', admitted Max
`Get together with your neighbours and get everyone hosing them down. They'll soon get tired and find another neighbourhood to hang out', advised Buzzin'
`Yeah. But you're just shifting the problem elsewhere'
`Same problem, same solution for every neighbourhood'
`I guess you're right', said Max, ruefully.
`Now, how about some coffee'
`You guys...cool ain't the word', said Max.
`Yeah, so are those kids now they've been hosed down', quipped Funnybone.

`

The Buzzin' Guns...arrive!

2006-06-09T13:48:00.000-07:00

As the Light Eaters make their way across the sun and Earth's colour slowly disappears, the darkening atmosphere has caused an imbalance of energy that has lead to spontaneous outbreaks of violence. England, like many countries across Europe is beginning to suffer the worsening affects of the colour drought.
Every night gangs roam the streets, posturing and preying on anyone who looks fair game. The weak run and hide whilst the weakest join the gangs in a bid to protect themselves. Law doesn't have any order, anymore.

The police are badly out numbered and can do little to control the eruptions of violence and disorder; crime rises to an all time high and the prisons begin to overflow. The government call an emergency meeting with Police Chiefs to try and come up with some sort of solution to stop the escalation in violence...
`I say release the most hardened criminals and let them sort out the thugs that are roaming the streets at night. Treat like with like'.
There was an audible intake of breath as a dozen pair of eyes turned in the direction of John Padlow, Police Chief of Yorkshire.
John was a plain speaking man, a quality that won him as many admirers as it did enemies. In his opinion, plain speaking was needed now more than ever.
`And how will that help, John? I know we're living in desperate times but we don't want to make matters worse. If we do as you suggest, the hardened criminals would most likely take over the gangs...
`Aye and organise them a lot better', interrupted John, with a wry grin.
Richard Temple, the representative from the Home Office shot John a warning look; The tension in the room was palpable; tempers were frayed and there was a general feeling of helplessness, verging on panic within the government. Richard couldn't afford to loose his temper and weaken the tenuous bond between the Home Office and the emergency services at this time, but neither did he want to tolerate disrespect. He desparately needed to gain more control of this meeting.
`We need more money and manpower - lots of it as soon as possible' said the Police Chief of Kent.
`The army is releasing some of the troops to help out in the worse districts but due to so many natural disasters that have occurred all over the world, they have as you know, been employed abroad and of course the government will provide more funds but how much I cannot say, probably £25 million'.
`£25 MILLION! Between every county?'
It was a pittance. Everyone stared at Richard. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, wishing he could be transported somewhere, anywhere but here. More and more he was beginning to feel like a lamb led to the slaughter.
`I know...I know...it's not much', said Richard, his voice rising to be heard above the angry voices of the Police Chiefs.
`But due to the many local disasters, landslides, flooding, etc plus a tremendous rise in emergency operations which has meant the government pouring more money into the National Health, and the constant interruptions to industry, the government has to be careful about the amount of funds they release'
`£25 million won't make any difference - it's the equivalent to peeing in the sea', retorted John Padlow. Every Police Chief in the room nodded, murmuring their agreement.
Richard began to sweat. Not for the first time he began to feel that he was being used. The Deputy Prime Minister should have been here at least. No! The PM, himself. Afterall, if it wasn't for these men, anarchy would take over...probably would in the near future. The balance of power was shifting in every respect.
But the PM was in America, attending an emergency summit with other world leaders and the Deputy was in Europe...watching it crumble, thought Richard, vaguely hoping the Dep would disappear with it.
`It's an insult considering what's going on out there. My men have been attacked with anything that can be used as a weapon...everything'.
`Aye an' mine won't go where angels fear to tread and nor should they', snorted John Padlow. `You name it an' its been thrown at `em...petrol bombs an' all. Worse than a war zone in some places'
`I do assure you, as soon as the PM and the Deputy get back I'll pass on your remarks but there are so many disasters taking place at once, freak weather conditions are wreaking havoc all over the world, as well as England; storms are causing giant cracks in the earth; homes are disappearing; everyone, everywhere needs help of some kind and we can only do so much at anyone time. No sooner have we sorted out one mess when another occurs', explained Richard.
He looked imploring at the men around the table. He needed their support and he couldn't blame them for turning on him.
`We know', said John, dryly. `We're out there dealing with it all'
Richard swallowed hard. `You have my assurances- as soon as they get back'
`As long as those assurances turn into money we might stand a chance'
`We'd stand more of a chance if we knew what was going on up in the sky. What's causing this freak stuff. We need to know what's happening. Only then do we stand a chance...until then, we need a miracle', said John Padlow.
`We'd probably need a miracle even if we knew', said Richard Temple, softly.
Everyone in the room looked at him.
They knew he was right!

The small town of Cuxton used to be a peaceable, pretty place with a population of approximately 80,000.
Situated on the coast with a backdrop of lush green hills that bordered some of the loveliest valleys in the county, Cuxton had it all...until natures' colours started disappearing...then terror took a hold!
The more people became afraid, the more there was to fear.
Every night youths roamed the streets like packs of hungry animals.
Burnt out cars, boarded up shops; rubbish strewn everywhere. Every neighbourhood was the same...vulnerable to gangs bent on releasing the build-up of negative energy they felt as a result of the changes taking place in the atmosphere.
And alcohol was the motivator.
The older generations stayed behind locked doors and windows. Un-wittingly, people had become prisoners, trapped within the comparative safety of their homes.

Max Beko stole another look from behind the drawn curtain of his front room, trying to control his rising anger. He hated feeling impotent...hated being trapped in his own home...hated nighttime...but most of all, he hated youth. Tonight, like all the other nights in recent months, they were out there - they being the local kids and others he didn't recognise. And he was itchng to get at `em.
A bonfire was raging in the middle of the common and the kids had gathered around to watch the flames, pass the booze and make as much noise as they wanted. Raucous laughter mingled with shouts and squeals that made it impossible to get any sleep.
`Max...Max'
Max turned at the sound of his wife's voice.
`Max. Why don't you call Buzzin'
`No. What could he do, anyway', Max's voice sounded harsher than he meant it too.
`I don't know. I just think we need him here'. Her words were almost drowned out by the rising crescendo of noise outside.
Max turned to look out of the window. He cursed, softly but loud enough for his wife to hear.
`I ought to go out there myself and do somethin'
`No, Max. NO. It's too dangerous', pleaded his wife. `Look...Buzzin' would want you to call'
Max looked down into his wife's upturned face but he didn't see her concern, only his own fear reflected in her eyes.
`You don't need to call Buzzin'. He has a way of knowing when you need him. He'd be here...'. Max left the sentence unfinished.
`You mean, if he wanted too', said his wife, finishing the sentence.
Max sighed and jerked his head, involuntarily.
The noise grew louder still as the kids started throwing rocks and anything else to hand. Max's body stiffened and a look of grim determination settled on his face.
`That does it', said Max, turning on his heels. Before his wife could stop him had crossed the room and was through the door. She ran after him, her heart thudding against her ribs.
She knew if her husband went outside, he'd be lucky to come back alive...

The roar of bikes broke the heavy silence of the oppressive darkness as they thundered through the countryside.
A gang of nine bikers, three of them women, rode with the casual ease of the expert.
These were no ordinary gang of bikers and this was no ordinary nighttime ride! But then it was no ordinary nighttime. The World wasn't ordinary anymore. The black `cloud' that had been freaking everyone out during the day, made the nights seem heavier, denser, like a weight being pushed down. People felt trapped...suffocated by the darkness of night...except the Buzzin' Guns. They had the ability to call Light to them whenever they needed it.
The Buzzin' Guns worked on Earth for the Brotherhood of Light. But to everyone else, they were just a gang of cool bikers. So cool you only had to be around them to chill out!
The thunder of their bikes roared on through the night, through townships where anyone on the street stared after them. And everyone on the inside looked out of their windows.
They raced on through the night, not stopping...the glint of their metal wheels standing out like diamonds in dirt.
Suddenly, Buzzin' turned off of the main rode and made across the countryside towards a group of hills; the others followed...their wheels bouncing over the uneven ground like spinning balls as their powerful headlights picked out the way ahead.
The hills loomed up in front of them. On the other side...their destination.
The Buzzin' Guns spread out and soon they were climbing, roaring towards the top of the highest hill.
Buzzin' reached the top, followed closely by the other members of the gang.
The hill overlooked Cuxton.
Spread out in a long line like a group of North American Indians, the Buzzin' Guns looked down on the scene before them. The blazing fire; the kids; the noise; the mess all round the neighbourhood.
But there was a man standing in front of a group of youths...a solitary man.
Some of the kids were running to the back of him, trying to distract his attention.
`Just in time, said Buzzin'. `OK guys, let's go'. Buzzin' kicked his bike into action and began the descent towards the town...
The roar of so many bikes caused everyone to turn in the direction of the bikers. A cloud of dust, like the fall-out from an atom bomb rose up behind the Buzzin' Guns as they deftly manouvered their bikes down the hill.
Max felt a stirring of relief as he turned in the direction of the noise. He blinked, clearing his vision...it couldn't be. He watched as the familiar figures of the Buzzin' Guns came nearer. Max's heart leapt. He quickly stole a look at the youths in front of him, their expressions registered a look of uncertainty in the glow of the bonfire.
Just a few moments ago they were strutting like peacocks, proud of their ability to instil fear, irresponsible idiots. Now, thought Max with a sense of satisfaction, they had met their match...and them some!
The bikers reached the bottom of the hill and headed towards Max's house. The leader stopped his bike and switched off the engine, closely followed by the others. Then they all dismounted and started making their way towards the youths. They were all tall, even the women but there was no mistaking the leader. He towered above the others. Even in the darkness or because of it, Buzzin' looked impressive. He walked towards the youths, broad, tall...exuding strength and power and confidence.
Max allowed himself a smile...the first one in weeks, as his old friend walked towards him. Buzzin' Gun, the coolest on the planet! He should have known that Buzzin' would come.
`Hey Max...just thought we'd drive by and see how ya doin'', said Buzzin', deliberately ignoring the youths. They were just a few feet apart but Max could feel the tension leaving his body as he looked up at his old friend.
`Hey Buzzin. Your timin's perfect, as always'. Buzzin turned slowly and stared at the ringleaders. He had no trouble commanding their attention. Buzzin' wore dark wrap around glasses that fitted snugly around his eye sockets; his dark hair touched his broad shoulders; he wore a close fitting top of broad black and yellow stripes; black jeans and knee length boots.
Power and cool confidence exuded from every inch of Buzzin' Gun.
`Mess with me and you mess with your future', his appearance suggested to the un-initiated. Buzzin kept his gaze on the youths and for their part, they couldn't take their eyes from him.
Riveted, the ringleader cleared his throat but his voice came out like a hoarse whisper.
`Whho you?'
`Name's Buzzin' Gun and these', said Buzzin' indicating to the rest of the gang, `are the Buzzin' Guns'. The ringleader looked at the gang of bikers behind him; they were dressed identically to Buzzin' Gun, all of them wearing dark glasses. There was something about them...something that suggested they were afraid of no one and could take care of anyone...especially themselves. The youths' instincts kicked in; he suddenly felt that he was out of his depth. These were no ordinary bikers...there was nothin' ordinary about them.
`Hey Max, let's go inside', suggested Buzzin' `and leave our young friends to er...party'
`Yeah. Lisa'll be pleased to see you'
Max pushed his way through the other kids. Buzzin' turned and gave the ringleader one last lingering look before following Max.
The rest of the youths fell apart as the other Buzzin' Guns made their way forward.
The ringleader and his mates watched as the bikers went inside Max's house.
`What was all that about', slurred a spotty, skinny youth.
`Yeah, like they're...dunno...different, some`ow'
`They ain't different, they're just...', the ringleader searched for the right word.
`Bigger', sniffed the skinny youth.
The ringleader turned and glared at him `Shut ya mouth. I ain't scared of them'
But the expression in his eyes gave away the lie...

The Garden of the Universe & The Brotherhood of Light

2006-06-06T14:38:00.000-07:00

Imagine a garden of breathtaking beauty; a garden where a spectacular array of flowers of such vivid hues that the colour seems to change before your eyes; where a stream of crystal, cool, clear water washes over smooth natural, coloured stones as it flows towards its source; where trees of varying shades of green provide shade and structure as they bask under the suns golden rays; where a forest of pine trees skirts the base of snow-capped mountains whos peaks disappear under a halo of cotton clouds.
This is no ordinary garden. This is the Garden of the Universe! Where the very essence of colour and light originate from; where peace, fragrance and soothing sounds are formed to be filtered down through the Earth's atmosphere.
The Garden of the Universe holds the essence of all things Light and Peaceful; without Light, the balance of energies within the Universe will be threatened and ultimately the very existance of mankind.
Light and the power it holds is essential to mankind's wellbeing...
But this is what Evil Eyes and Drawoc are determined to destroy because colour and light are a threat to their existance. They can only survive on dark energy. The darker the energy, the stronger they will become.
And so far, they are succeeding!

Menroc, sage, mentor and Younger Member of the Supreme Council of Light, had been summoned to the Temple of Light to meet with the Elders of the Supreme Council.
He should have felt honoured but as he made his way through the Garden even the warmth of the suns rays did little to dispel the shadow that clouded his mind; his heart felt heavy with the weight of concern.
This was the first time he had been summoned to meet the Supreme Council; there was never any need...until now.
Until now, there had never been any real threat to the Universe; the wars on Earth were always contained and relatively short lived with a predictable outcome; but this current situation was different. Never had Menroc known colour to disappear out of Earth's atmosphere and upset the balance of power. Light was essential to the survival of Earth and every living thing. Without Light...Menroc sighed, he wouldn't allow himself to dwell upon the unthinkable. Conflict was anethma to the Brotherhood of Light. Yet the energies were so unbalanced since this dark energy called the Light Eaters had manifested; something had to be done...and soon.
Menroc reached the Temple and took a moment to admire its beauty; the Temple glistened like a jewel under the suns rays, a monument to Peace and Light and above all Love.
Menroc felt his spirits lift as he took in the awesome splendour of the magnificent structure. Surely nothing could destroy such beauty, he thought; he began to climb the steps that lead up to the entrance.
The cool, sweet air seemed to embrace him as he stepped within the sanctuary of the building.
Menroc's footsteps echoed as he made his way through the Main Hall towards the inner sanctuary where the Supreme Council would be waiting...

Menroc approached the inner sanctuary where the Supreme Council had gathered around the Screen of Life...a huge screen that showed all major events taking place on Earth as they happened.
The tall distinguished figure of the Chief Councillor turned as Menroc entered the inner sanctuary; smiling, he stepped forward to greet Menroc.
`Menroc...welcome, welcome my friend. It was good of you to come so promptly'. As always the Chief Councillor's greeting was warm, filled with friendship and respect for his fellow.
Menroc returned the smile, his craggy face transformed into an expression of joy.
`Thank you, Your Grace. It is an honour to be here...although I understand the circumstances are less than favourable'
The Chief Councillor nodded his head, his expressive eyes, thoughtful as he considered his answer.
Menroc knew that His Grace would chose his words with the utmost care.
`Alas, the matter which necessitates this meeting is extremely serious, my friend. Have you been briefed?'
`I have. Is the situation as bad as it sounds, Your Grace?'
The Chief Councillor's expression did not alter.
`Worse, my friend. If we don't act to stop what is taking place, Life on Earth could be annihalted'
Menroc shook his head hardly daring to believe what he was hearing.
`As you know', went on the Chief Councill, `Drawoc has joined forces with an entity called Evil Eyes; it is Evil Eyes who has created the dark energy called the Light Eaters...and sadly, they are making good progress. Our intervention is of paramount importance Menroc'
`I understand. But what I don't understand is why have they been allowed to get this far?'
Chief Councillor looked thoughtful before turning to look at the Screen of Life.
In a calm voice that belied the seriousness of the situation he explained,
`Thousands of years ago it was written that there would be a battle between the Light and Dark forces. A Battle that would have to be fought before the Universe could move into a New Age'...
`The Final Conflict', said Menroc. `You...you don't mean...this...this isn't it...is it?' said Menroc, his eyes searching the gentle face before him.
The Chief Councillor remained silent.
`It is', the answer came in a whisper.
Menroc didn't want to believe his ears. If his heart felt heavy before, it was doubly so now.
A heavy silence descended as Menroc's mind tried to unravel a jumble of thoughts.
`I should have known', whispered Menroc. `Deep down, I think I did'.
`We waited', explained the Chief Councillor, `allowing events to run their course…now - the time has come!
Menroc sighed, `I’ve often wondered when the Conflict would take place. I’ve even tried to work out the Code. Now I know...'
The Chief Councillor smiled as he explained, `The dates have been coded so that only the Highest Orders know them. As events have moved forward, the information has been revealed to us. As you can see on the Screen of Life, the Light Eaters have made a significant imbalance in the earth's energy field. No scientist on earth will find an answer to this situation. And we must act before the powers on earth decide to launch a military attack.
Menroc, reeled, looking horrified at this last remark. `Do you think they will?'
`Undoubtedly', replied the Chief Councillor, matter of factly.
`But…they will do more harm than good', protested Menroc. `Those Light Eaters are made of energy...pure energy. Attacking them with weapons would be like trying to destroy night-time with a bomb'.
`Exactly', agreed the Chief Councillor. `They don‘t know what they‘re dealing with. If the powers on earth decide to launch an attack, my biggest concern…is that they could create a Black Hole!
Menroc reeled...was there anymore bad news to come.
`Earth could be sucked into oblivion', gulped Menroc. `And not only Earth, but other galaxies as well'
`Exactly. Even if that did not happen, the prospect of earth being shrouded in eternal darkness is a chilling one. We must do everything in our power to stop what is happening.
`But how?', replied Menroc.
`It’s time to recall the Buzzin' Guns, Menroc. That is why I have asked you here today…to make contact with the Buzzin Guns…and bring them here. As soon as possible'
Menroc's expression lightened at the mention of the Buzzin' Guns.
`Of course I will, Your Grace. But may I ask what you plan to do?
The Chief Councillor turns back to the Screen of Life `What is out there needs very careful handling. To command any kind of battle you need to be in control of your emotions. That is why I want the Buzzin' Guns recalled. Buzzin' in particular has learnt to master his emotions…they do not master him! It is his cool headed approach that we need now.
Menroc nodded his agreement, smiling for the first time since he arrived at the Temple. `Buzzin is the coolest of them all. But what can he and the other Guns do to combat the Light Eaters?
`They can change the balance of power, my friend! We have created the most effective weapon of all to combat the Dark. A weapon that not only has the ability to change the balance of power and defeat the Light Eaters, but will also lift the vibration and move the Universe forward'
`Wow', said Menroc, his eyes widening.
`I will explain in more detail when the Buzzin' Guns are here'
Menroc's spirits began to lift.
`Their ability to maintain a cool headed approach is why we need the Buzzin' Guns. They are perfect for what we have in mind - providing they agree'
Menroc looked stunned. `Of course he will. Why do you have doubts, Your Grace?
`We must respect their freedom to choose. They will all be at liberty to refuse and it is imperative that they is willing'
`I'm sure they will Your Grace', replied Menroc.
`We must hope they do, my friend. For Earth’s sake…we must hope they do', replied
the Chief Councillor turning to look at the Screen of Life where the Light Eaters were moving relentlessly forward across the sun.

Masters of the Universe!

2006-06-05T12:56:00.000-07:00

`Even Masters of the Universe have to think of the practical details', said Drawoc, evenly. `Are you sure there are enough Light Eaters to do the job?'
Evil Eyes fixed Drawoc with a malevolent stare `Of course', he barked. `Remember, the more light they devour, the stronger they become. They generate their own energy. That's why my plan is so ingenious'.
Drawoc stared back at Evil Eyes.
`And the Buzzin' Guns. Have you forgotten Buzzin' Gun and his gang. It will take time to devour all the light surrounding earth and that will provide him with opportunities to stop the Light Eaters. It will also give the powers on earth time to launch an attack'
`Of course I haven't forgotten Buzzin' Gun - that's why you're here', said Evil Eyes. `As for the powers on Earth, they do not posess any weapon capable of destroying the Light Eaters. The Light Eaters are indestructible because they are raw energy. Now Buzzin' Gun…HE is a threat…more than all the guided missiles on earth put together. You’re right to be concerned about him. You will need to take care of him and his gang, Drawoc'.
Suddenly an image of a tall, broad chested, man with black, shoulder length hair, wearing dark wrap-around glasses appears on the screen. He's wearing a yellow and black broad striped top, black jeans and black knee length boots. His image exudes power and confidence and manages to dominate the room.
It’s Buzzin’ Gun!
Drawoc stared at the image as if mesmerised; a look of grim determination settled on his face; his pencil thin lips form a sinister line.
Drawoc feels the familiar reaction whenever he sees Buzzin' Gun. Buzzin’ Gun exudes power. He is the coolest of the cool.
`Leave him to me,' said Drawoc. `I will take care of him'.
But Evil Eyes has sensed Drawoc's discomfort as he stares at Buzzin' Guns image.
`It's good to be jealous of your opponent', said Evil Eyes, sneeringly. `Keeps you on your toes'
Drawoc spun, turning towards Evil Eyes.
`Jealous! Why should I be jealous of him', he snapped, jerking his head in Buzzin' Gun's direction.
`Of course you are. You are opponents...enemies and Buzzin' Gun is master of his craft...more's the pity'
`Are you implying that I'm not'
`Do you think I would want you in charge of my army of Light Eaters if I thought otherwise'
`No...I suppose not', Drawoc admitted, reluctantly.
`Well then...but you must never underestimate your opponent, especially one like Buzzin' Gun...never. Be sure you plan your move wisely, Drawoc. Remember...Buzzin’ Gun has exceptional powers'.
`As if I need reminding', said Drawoc, his chest heaved and his nostrils flared with indignation. Agitated, Drawoc began to pace up and down in front of the dome like a caged animal.
`One minute you’re talking about taking over earth and telling me to get rid of Buzzin’ Gun, the next, you’re implying I’m not capable of doing so. Which is it?
`Both', replied Evil Eyes, irritatingly calm. `We will succeed in taking over earth because the Light Eaters are paving the way. But Buzzin’ Gun’s powers are a serious threat. He has tremendous ability to draw Light towards him. He must never be underestimated, Drawoc...you will need all of your resources to defeat him'
Drawoc stopped pacing and stared at Buzzin’ Gun’s image.
`You make Buzzin' Gun sound as indestructable as those Light Eaters of yours'.
`He could be', said Evil Eyes, still calm. `You should be more concerned about him than military paraphanelia! Remember…Buzzin Gun knows how to defeat the dark. He is exceptional'
`And I', said Drawoc, turning to the image of Buzzin' Gun `Have exceptional dark powers. You can be sure I will take care of him and his gang'
`Good. With Buzzin' Gun and his gang out of our way there is nothing to stop us. Soon the world will be in our grasp'
Drawoc moved his head slowly up and down.
`Yes', he murmured, feeling more determined. `Nothing...will stop us!'

Drawoc, Evil Eyes & the `Moan Dome'

2006-06-01T13:10:00.000-07:00

A tall, lean figure dressed from head to toe in black, wearing dark, wrap-around glasses, makes his way along a dimly lit corridor of a remote space station.
Drawoc, agent of the Dark is on his way to see Evil Eyes...a body-less entity who is responsible for the black energy that is devouring the colour and Light from planet Earth.
Evil Eyes has masterminded a plan to cover the world in eternal darkness. If his plan succeeds, he and Drawoc plan to take over the world. And so far the plan seems to be succeeding.
Drawoc's thin, colourless lips stretched into a satisfied smile as he pondered on the havoc being wreaked on Earth. The Amazon forest had been drained of all colour. The vibrant greens were now a lifeless grey; Egypt had suffered torrential rainfall causing the River Nile to flood the desert. But best of all, the United States of Europe and America have suffered devasting earthquakes causing chaos for their emergency systems. Planet Earth was in turmoil...thanks to Evil Eyes and his force of Light Eaters.
Everything is going according to plan, and yet he still had misgivings...feelings of uncertainty. The plan was exceedingly ambitious, even for Evil Eyes, mused Drawoc as he arrived two impenetrable looking doors. A sensor flashed on as a voice told him to wait whilst the X-Ray device scanned the length of his body.
`Hurry up'. Drawoc spat out the words. How he hated the indignity of these security checks! In his position he shouldn't have to go through such a demeaning process; still...all that would change in the future...he'd make sure of that.
`You may enter', said the condescending voice.
`At last', muttered Drawoc. The door slide slowly open allowing him to enter the sanctuary of Evil Eyes.
The `Moan Dome', some bright wag had called it.
Drawoc stepped into a darkened room and made his way towards an enormous glass dome -home to Evil Eyes.
He stood in front of the dome, dwarfed by it size and waited for its occupant to acknowledge his presence. Another indignity that he intended to change...if all went according to plan.
Slowly, an enormous pair of eyelids opened to reveal coal, black eyes...eyes that were devoid of all human emotion...cold but not dead.
`Drawoc. How good of you to come', said Evil Eyes, sarcastically `What kept you'?
`Air traffic', snapped Drawoc. `It‘s chaos out there since those Light Eaters of yours have set to work
`Excellent! They’re obviously making an impact. The more chaos they cause, the better
`That doesn’t make my job any easier'
`You didn’t think a plan as ingenious as mine would be without its drawbacks did you, Drawoc? I hope you’re not having doubts'
`Only realistic ones', admitted Drawoc. `Your plan, to cover the whole of earth in darkness - maybe...it's too ambitious…
`AMBITIOUS! Of course it's ambitious. It's outrageous and daring but it's succeeding. See for yourself'
Drawoc turned to look at a television screen on the wall. The TV screen is suspended in mid air attached to a long, horny tentacle that constantly moves; smaller TV screens are also attached to other tentacles and surround the main TV set. This many headed TV monster is a living version of extra terrestrial TV.
The main screen shows the progress of the Light Eaters…a large, dark mass of energy devouring Light and drawing up Earth's natural colour, moving slowly but relentlessly across the sun.
`Watch, Drawoc. See how they devour light and colour from the earth's energy field. Soon…very soon, earth will be shrouded in eternal darkness…then we can take control.
Masters of the Universe'

The Buzzing Guns in The Battle for Light (fiction...)

2006-05-31T13:37:00.001-07:00

Something very sinister is happening to Earth!
Volcanoes that have been dormant for hundreds of years, are erupting; earthquakes are wiping out towns and killing thousands of people; freak weather conditions are manifesting without any warning and with worrying regularity, but worst of all…much worse than all of those natural disasters put together...
Earth is loosing its colour! Reports from all over the globe tell of an alarming depletion in colour from Earth’s natural landscapes; the vibrant greens so characteristic of the countryside, are slowly disappearing; so too have the natural colours of flowers, shrubs, trees and manmade fabrics. And to top it all, a mysterious black cloud is moving across the sun, blocking out light and warmth. This lack of colour, light and warmth has lead to an alarming rise in spontaneous violence.
The world’s most powerful leaders are worried. An emergency summit is taking place to discuss the situation with the world's most prominent scientists.
Naturally, they are desperate to find the cause of this catastrophic situation. Environmentalists blame the industrialists; scientist think the situation is due to global dimming and pollution. They are all wrong!
If they don’t know what’s causing the problem, how can they find the answer?
There is an answer…
But first, you have to find out what is causing the problem.

High above England's once green and pleasant land, hovers a large black `cloud'.
This mysterious `cloud' has been moving relentlessly across the sun, blocking out natural light and warmth.
A streak of lightening lights up the darkened sky, followed by a clap of thunder but there is no rainfall, despite the heavy appearance of the `cloud'. The scene looks depressingly bleak. Nature’s natural colours are fading. The `cloud' isn't a cloud - it's a sinister energy created to cover the world in darkness for eternity.
But by whom?
To find out, you will have to `blog' on.