The Silken Bot? Prologue

Oh, hello. I did not see you there. It seems the agents have taken a religous respite for their holiday feast of Toshiba. I was taking this chance to update the manuscripts that will save our world. Why don't you sit down with me and we will share a tale, and maybe a hug? Close your weary eyes and sigh, and I will tell you of lighter times. . . .

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Long has it been known that the good folkery of Azural lived not for the shine of gold, nor the silvery sparkle of silver, but rather they made their livelihood of the beautiful cloths which they always traded and sometimes wore. Suredly all know that such splendid cloth can only be spun by the most elegant of Giant SilkWorms. Oh, how Azural had the finest. It is said that The Giant SilkWorm of Azural once produced a single thread of silk no less than the length of 175 tall men, or 215 of standard height. Lo, what a thread it was! The shiftless cloth merchants of Aquas paid mountains of gold for the magnificent garments fashioned from the thread.

The Merchant Trading Palace, in Happier Days.

In the days just after KPax beat back the forces of Shirella, bringing victory the War of Power, unrest crept into Azural once more. The women and children wept once more, for the Giant SilkWorm of Azural had been stolen! The giant worm had always been closely guarded by the forces of Azural, but some wicked evil had conspired to steal her under the duress of the War. The merchants of Aquas and the cloth makers of Azural feared there business was over. The Azurali and all other of the known world longed for the stylish garbs they once adorned.

"Good King Keestos, we beg you to undo this injustice done to us. Bring back our magnificent worm, that she way threaden from her supple spindle once more." Cried the people of Azural.

To this the great King could only lament, "Good people, I know not what has become of her, and know not how to get her back. Perhaps we must abandon of our tastes and cast aside our stunning dress, for more modest, simple garb." This of course hurt the king more than his people, for Keestos had always paid much mind to his wardrobe of metallic purple and lavender. It appeared as if hope was lost?"

Inside the mountain Keep of Cleveland, DeMarr, clad in his light green silken tunic and and dark yellow-brown scarf (it is said although the leaves may fall and winter dry the earth, wherever DeMarr did go, so too the colours of autumn) pondered the fate of Azural:

"KPax, all is lost. Although we won the struggle verse evil, what joy is there in a world not shinning of beautiful colours?? To this the loyal mountain of DeMarr's creation bellowed, "ALL IS NEVER LOST. AS LONG AS ONE HEART MAY YEARN FOR PEACE, HOPE SPRINGS ANEW."

At this you may wonder how it is that a Warrior Bot may speak with such prophetic prose. To that, the answer is clear. DeMarr programmed KPax with an awesome talent for oration. At that time however he still struggled as a conservationist with mere mortals, a flaw that plagued him for time to come, but that story is for another day. Back to the Keep of Cleveland.

"How is it you can be so calm, Bot Warrior, when the people of Azural suffer so?"

The Mountain Keep of Cleveland, where DeMarr gave birth to hope.

"I WILL GO IN FORCE TO SEARCH AND DESTROY THE EVIL USURPER OF THE WORM, AND I WILL RETURN HER TO SPINDLE FOR YOU GOOD PEOPLE ONCE MORE. BUT I CANNOT DO IT ALONE."

DeMarr made haste to Castle Keestos to tell him of their plan. When he found the King, Keestos was sitting atop his golden throne, clad in a grossly outdated checkered frock, truly a miserable site.

"Keestos," (the King and biologist had always been on informal, friendly terms) "what is this that you wear? You must change at once, if the people see you they will know we have fallen on truly horrid times."

"Oh DeMarr, but we have. The great worm is gone and lost and so too are we."

"No good Keestos, not if we send KPax Vulcon Series: The Warrior Bot, he will find and return our worm. But he must go forth in a stealthy quest party, that this plan may work. Who else can we send?"

The king sat in thought for some time, until he looked up with a smile.

"We have KPax: Vulcon Series: The Warrior Bot who is ever strong and true; with him we must only send those we know to be of true and loyal heart. We will send forth a fellowship of five. KPax the Vulcon Series, Gleek, Hoger the Ogre, and Lord Baron's two sons, Ugg and Narb. Together the five should thwart the our evil foes."

DeMarr was unsure.

"With respect good king, Gleek is certainly an affable lad, but a warrior? And Hoger is certainly strong as any, but does he lack the wits? And the brothers Baron are certainly clever, but are they not delinquents?"

"You have spoken true, alone they have their talents and banes, but together they will be a group fit to task."

The Boy Prince Gleek Ugg and Narb, the Warrior Twins Hogre the Ogre, with Watermelon

At that DeMarr saw why all of the realm knew Keestos to be the wisest of Kings.

The next morn the fellowship congregated. From most accounts the meating of the soon to be fabled consort was quite awkward. Naturally Gleek attempted to lighten the mood with one of his infamous quips; and history was made.

"Greetings KPax:Vulcon Series. I never imagined I'd bot into you this day." mused Gleek.

"I DO NOT PROCESS YOUR TRANSMISSION YOUNG MASTER GLEEK." KPax retorted.

A flustered Gleek could only stammer, "It was but a jest."

"I LEARN THAT HUMAN COMMUNICATION IS NOT LIMITED TO DATA. ALSO MUST WE COMMUNE TO LET US KNOW OUR OWN SOULS AND PROCESSING UNITS. I LOOK FORWARD TO US HAVING MADE HUMOUR TO ME SOON OR IN TH FUTURE DURING THIS PERILOUS JOURNEY." and so the Bot too had shown his wit and rancor.

I saw this made history, because it did. KPax bonded together a group of the most different of characters to be heroes of their age and ages to come. All will now know of the many daring feats they accomplished and the passing in battle of not too few of their own. In time you will know many of their quests but we will start with this one the first.

From the squar where they shared laughs they went forward. . .