Bang Yongguk paced back and forth in the cockpit of his spaceship. This was his territory. The place he came to think. He resumed his pacing. Planet B1A4AP224, the only place he’d ever known, was dying. His kingdom that he ruled over so happily. There was no doubt about it; it needed to be evacuated. Unlike most rulers, Bang Yongguk didn’t give a about his people. No, he’d take only his 5 loyal assistants: his commander, Kim Himchan; his adviser, Yoo Youngjae; his spy, Jeong Daehyun; Moon Jong Up and of course his robot, Zelo.

“YOUNGJAE” The leader barked and a kind-faced male hurried in, bowing deeply. Yoo Youngjae already knew of Yongguk’s dilemma, he was the leader’s consultant. Yongguk prompted him. “Well? What have you found out?” The younger male nodded and calmly pulled out his Information Device.

“The closest and safest planet’s called ‘Earth’. However it has a population of almost 7,000,000,000 and a close alliance with another much smaller planet known as YG, which is run by a group called BigBang. If we have any chance of invading Earth, we must first take over YG, ergo, we must deal with BigBang.” For once Bang Yongguk was silent. He frowned in thought.

“Where can we find BigBang?”

“They’re based on Earth, leader.”

“And can we take them?”

“There are only 5 of them but they all have unique powers that we could never match. Unless we were to strip them of them. I’ve done some research and, I think I know a good place to start.”

“Well then, gather the troops. Operation Invade Planet Earth is a-go.”

Yoo Youngjae bowed and left the cockpit. Yongguk smirked. If there was one thing he loved, it was a bloody war. And it looked like that was what he was going to get.

*

Kwon Emilia hummed along sweetly to nothing in particular as she walked along, the bags of new clothes swinging against her legs with every step. She was on her way home after a long day of shopping so naturally she was in a good mood. She adjusted her scarf and pulled her woolly hat down slightly as the frosty October air bit at her cheeks.  She was approaching the bad part of town, where the streets were that much darker and seedy alleyways jutted out at regular intervals.  Emilia wasn’t nervous though; having practiced taekwondo from the age of 5 she could pretty much protect herself. Unfortunately, having a black belt in taekwondo meant nothing when a chloroform-soaked rag was shoved against your face. Emilia didn’t even see her attacker before everything went black…