Good Evening all,

                The header for this part says part 3ish, I wasn't able 
to finish this part because I left the original at my grandparents 
house, >(. So after comp art class tomarrow night I hope to be able to 
send in some more of this part. I did run a spell check thru most of 
it, grammer and sentences were taken almost verbatem from the original. 
So flame and C+C away.
                On a positive note: Fobidden Ops will be on the way. 
I've got three pages or so done and features: (drum roll please ;) ) 
Sapphire. The short version of the plot: Basically how this bounty 
hunter and other are swept into the upcoming Tendor Awakening (see The 
Beginning for more details) as well as some other neat stuff. Anyone 
else want to be in the story? Damon? ;)

The next few bits might contain slight spoilers, but not enough to get 
the full picture...like I would give you a map to all the who's who and 
what's what? ;)
                Well what has happened so far in the Beginning: We've 
met the Terran Riders. A group of teenagers, imagine DP but twelve of 
them, heh. Their main enemy is Solas Burke, the evil meanie who seems 
to be popping up everywhere to take over the universe. His main weapon 
is this the Tendorian Huntsman (Alien/Terminator/Predator/Thing mix). 
The Riders have been choosen to save the universe, this was written a 
long time ago, before they born ect ect ect. We also met Captain, who 
is of mysterious origin, her creation Usino and partial seen the 
contruction of a ship that will be sent (soon) to pick up the Riders 
and bring them to Seco. We've met Tanya O'Hare who taught the Riders 
what they know, she is an alien as is her companion Kara Masters. Both 
of these people were with the original Phantom Riders (or simply the 
"originals" as some say, but they both vanished without a trace (more 
to come on that) and both are hiding at the moment.
                The Riders as of now, know that the Tendor Awakening is 
happening soon, dunno when tho. If the Awakening is soon then the 
Secoians will be coming soon and the police will be scritching their 
heads wondering where all these kids are disappering too. Captain is 
departing soon to somewhere and NBC seems to be unleashing a can of 
worms with the name Lanconia II written all over it. Which brings us to 
where we are now. (Fade out to deep space.... ;))

    The Beginning
    by. R Bentley

    Outside the Milky Way Galaxy, a massive asteroid field that seemed 
endless floated in space. Asteroids of all different shapes, sizes and 
colors roamed inside the gravity field which held them all in place. 
Small asteroids dotted the circumference of the belt while larger ones 
became more evident towards the center. Asteroids weren't the only 
thing that resided in this belt, debris from star ships did as well. 
Many species had already perished trying to reach the center. One a 
ship entered, there seemed to be no middle, end or center. It reached 
as far as the eye could see.
    The asteroid belt was one of the many defenses that the planet Seco 
used. A few of the larger asteroids had small scanners and receivers on 
them. These were built and used during the days of the Secoian/Tendor 
War. Any ship that wished to reach Seco was given it's own access code 
and told to transmit the signal into the asteroid belt. The ship was 
then guaranteed safe passage. The signal each of these ships 
transmitted were unique in it's own way. After the signal was sent the 
transmitters would active and send the signal to the Asteroid Base. The 
name of this base was Space Dock Baker and it was hidden deep within. 
Any of the signals that were not in the Dock's main computer memory 
were denied access. This was done by covering the North Corridor that 
led to the base and then Seco. If the Corridor was blocked then the 
ship would either wander of days, be destroyed by the asteroids or 
somehow find her way out. No one without an access code had ever 
reached Seco intact, but a group from Earth would, very soon.......

    The control deck of Space Dock Baker was dark and quiet. The three 
level deck resided on the top of the dock. The dock itself has been 
built into the largest asteroid in the belt, the asteroid was hollow. 
It was the only piece of a planet that has served as the door to the 
Secoian System. Inside this hollow rock lay what a ship needed to reach 
Seco, an ancient fold gate. This gate hadn't been used in years, 
neither that the base for that matter.
    The third floor of the control deck was lined with computer 
consoles and windows. The third deck has been for internal base 
functions. A half dozen console sat up there and waited to be used. The 
chairs had been turned over up there, the console screens smashed in. 
Rusty stairs dotted the walls, some stains trickled down to the second 
floor. The second floor was were traffic control was. These cushioned 
metal chairs had been ripped apart, stained stuffing from the seats 
dotted the floor. The stairs that led down to the first floor were 
smashed, ripped from the wall and had been thrown through the door that 
led to the main computer core.
    The blast shields had been shut a long time ago due to a emergency. 
The metal casings that lay in front of the windows had never been 
reopened for some strange reason. Small pinholes of light rebelled 
against the darkness either through cracks in the forward blast shields 
or the huge rips in the dock's skin. Rips that had been caused by the 
same emergency that had caused the blast shields to close.
    The emergency doors had not been triggered. That had been the 
second item on the list that needed to be followed at all costs. The 
first item had been checked, the cracks in the blast shields were due 
in fact to the nature of the emergency and it's temper.... The 
occupants of the control deck has watched the shields bend and twist 
under the pressure of something, although the commanding officer has 
never gotten his hands on the controls for the emergency doors in time. 
Those door could've saved his life and the other officer on the base.
    Now that systems on board the Dock has been destroyed or damaged 
too much for a repair. The dock has been long forgotten as had the crew 
of  Secoians that has died a log time ago, awaiting the return of the 
Riders. Although something had not waited for it, it had been in it's 
shell long enough and was setting up the little trap for the second 
generation of freedom fighters. It had worked relentlessly at it's 
task, a head of itself. The crew of the dock had been easy prey to the 
hunter, it killed them easily. It's ego thought it was too easy, it had 
expected some kind of fight, it got none.
    Through the dock it walked. It silently walked down corridors, up 
shafts and even around the outside of the metal skin of the base. The 
setups and traps it had set was checked again. It enjoyed the peace and 
quiet while it made plans for better traps. It walked through walls and 
dead bodies that were spewed around the main control room. It had been 
doing for the last four thousand years and knew everything by heart, 
all the corpses, all the blue prints and all the settings of the.....
    It stopped.
    Eyes dropped to the floor, a breath of vacuums is sucked in. One of 
the bodies from the main control room was gone. The body had dragged 
itself out the door and down one of the many corridors that led to who 
knew where. It knew where it went. The door to the weapons bay was 
already opened when it arrived. The room filled it line of vision as 
cross hairs scanned over the rather large room. It covered the area 
with blinding speed. It had started to act like mother, the dock was it 
child and a part of the child was awake when it should've been dead. 
Now it started to act like it should have been, like a hunter guarding 
it's hunting ground against an enemy. It spotted the open locker. 
Classification: Firestarter it said over the locker. The dim light from 
the white silhouette of where the weapon was pained it's eyes. It has 
made a mistake, someone had made a fool of it's abilities. It tore off 
the weapons locker and like a domino went for the rest that lined the 
walls.
    A shadow looked into the room, slowly at first, ears perked up at 
the sound of an angry Huntsman. The shadow only stands there, small 
blue eyes centered on the angry creature. It basked in the blow of it's 
strategy, it had waited long enough playing possum. Now it was time to 
rock and roll, it thought. The shadow was down the hallway, down three 
decks before the entire armory was destroyed by the Huntsman.
    The Huntsman roared! A battle roar. Roughly Translated: Show 
yourself so I can kick the shit out of you four times over and poop on 
your remains. It walked back into the corridor and blew off steam. It 
was alerted to his presence now. It could feel him. Something it had 
felt the first time it was on the dock. Something it has sought out in 
the beginning of it's hunt but lost. It could tell he was good at it 
too. The presence's was the first Secoian it had claimed, somehow it 
seemed only fitting. He was something that matched it's own abilities 
and powers.
    The corridor was silent. The sound of the Huntsman passed the empty 
corridor and heads towards the main core of the dock. It needed to get 
to the core, it needed to get ready. The return of the Riders were 
closer then it thought......
    The corridor was silent. The sound of something in the ceiling 
broke the silence. A set of eyes watched through the mesh of the 
ceiling vent cover. The ceiling tube was just big enough for a person 
of six five, if this person was hunched over. The darkness of the tube 
blankets all. The slight hum of a device drifted in the tube. The errie 
glow of green frightens the darkness away as the glowing centered in 
one area. The Reebok Hi-Tops squeaked on the dust covered metal as 
their user squatted in the tube. The Firestarter backpack bumped 
against the top of the tube while the user tapped something into his 
bracelet attached to his right wrist. The answer to his question is 
given to him in a 3-D display above the bracelet. He smiled and nodded. 
His plan will work, he just needed time and that was one thing on his 
side.
    The 3-D display evaporated into nothingness and the tube was once 
more dark. An errie light is thrown into the darkness, a brighter light 
then before. The flame cannon of the Firestarter slides into the gloved 
hands. The cannon is tested briefly, the bracelet now glowing a bright 
white light. The person, eyes closed, breathed slowly in and out. He 
cracked his back then his fingers. The person let out his breath and 
sat there for a moment. The eyes opened, a harsh red light blazed 
between his eye sockets while a smile of pure white teeth shined. All 
these lights get brighter and brighter until...................


    Yep that's it for now. More later

    Spoilers of is to come... (don't read if you don't want too. :))





    The Riders will have to go through the Dock to get to Seco. Where 
they were encounter the Huntsman and the person who seems to now be 
hunting it. The person is someone the Riders know very well. The bracer 
alone gives off some hints, if not then just wait. :) As for question 
like "well if this gate is the only way to Seco why hasn't it been used 
ect ect" more on that later. I wish I could've finished more but things 
happened. I hope you enjoyed this. Let the flames roll and if anyone 
needs a copy of the Prologue or parts one and two mail me.


        Bents
        Wanted Spammed or Alive
        bentley4@ix.netcom.com