August 14th, 19:45 PST

It's another night in the Nevada desert, Area 51 still looks heavily patrolled and militarized. A hover ship starts to land on the helipad. The four inquisitors came out of the hover ship, looking all injured and dirty, coming from the aftermath of their first battle against the Earth Warriors. On the entrance a person is present. Caucasian as he can get, with a rugged beard and bald. One with a supposed watered honor as he holds a rusty police badge on his trench-coat.

Jason Garreth, a former cop from New Mexico is now part of something much worse.

"I guess your faces and dirt means that you failed?" He asks.

"Why of course Mr. Genius! We could have the chance to get the information but these idiots came in and ruined everything!" Yamja replies as she swipes most of the dirt in her face in frustration.

"What kind of idiots, you say?"

"Ones that are worth the fight, Jason. Not to mention, it seems that that dark-skinned soldier has gathered unexpected allies in his fight against us. Not bad I presume." Raven says.

"Jackson, you mean? Ah, that Negro will later understand that we are people that shouldn't be messed up with." Jason replies as he smirks at the revelation.

"Now now, no time to rush, we must heal ourselves for tomorrow. Not to mention, a good addition to this squadron of the Inquisition, and you may be needed, Jason."

"Pretty much! You must help us to get vengeance against these idiots for defeating us!" Dakrin said.

"Patience Dak, you just met them recently and yet you look like shit now."

"Enough talk, our Kujar is waiting for us," Raven says.

They enter the building, where they walks until they settle on a huge computer room, full of screens containing images of Zlocu activities across the universe, including Earth. There's a lot chattering across the room, from operators communicating with their spies or some people having a chit-chat.

The presence of Raven alone is enough to gather the attention of most people present in the room. As one then approaches him while kneeling and holding both hands near their chest.

"The Kujar is waiting for you, sire." the kneeling Zlocan knight said.

"Good, onscreen," Raven says.

One of the screens started to show a face that wore a grey mask with red lines, it's none other than Malgan itself, all dressed up like a typical emperor.

"Is everything under control, Head Commandant Raven?" Malgan asks.

"No. On our verge of achieving victory, The Guardians started to intervene in our conquest. Earth and the remaining planets regained their equipment to stand a chance against you. Maybe you should have reconsidered your choices in who you should pick a bone before spilling more blood."

"Nonsense! I thought that the Guardians have gone dormant for a millennia because they thought they no longer needed all living beings! They may have written the rules but I'm gonna write new ones which they won't deny!"

"That just sounds too defiant, remember that you are just a simple being, not a god, people can't transform into gods with simple power," Jane replies.

"Forgive her for that rude answer daddy, she doesn't know the true potential of your rule, you will soon become a god to everyone!" Yamja says.

"Well said my little doll, but remember, if you want to become my successor, you must prove your skills to your enemies, especially Humans and weak races."

"Yes daddy!"

"Now where was I? Ah yes. Raven, you have to make sure that more humans are recruited in the inquisition if we need to defeat the "traitors. we must drain their numbers to ours."

"Right now, we have 500 inquisitors in our command, isn't that enough?"

"Not QUITE! In fact, we need to reach at least thousands if we need enough reserves for the next battles, we need to make sure the CP forces come to halt in our conquest, and we will show them that we are still the strongest even with the intervention of the Guardians!"

"Those are very strong words to hear Kujar, but there is an obstacle in our path, a group called the Earth Warriors. They were initially nobodies, but now they are warriors that can match us, maybe they gained their powers from the Guardians. Their ideology of uniting survived Humans trapped in the occupied zones may endanger our task."

"Is that so? Then either they will join us or die. Alas, it's too early to think about it. We can talk later Raven. Until next time and good luck my little Y."

"Understood."

The screen later turns black, indicating the broadcasting has ended.

Jason looks at the group again, this time with a puzzled look on his face.

"Are you certain about the use we can be for your precious Empire?" Jason asks.

"Everybody knows that Humanity is only bent on killing just to survive. They won't care if the others unworthy of their goals will perish in their paths. These warriors will soon how fruitless it means fighting together." Raven says.

"But what are we-"

"Just you know, the strongest will be kept alive and rule the planet as long you leave us alone. No one should ever dare to cross the Zlocu and no one will."

The statement makes Jane frown a bit, deeply knowing the implications of it.

"With that said, let us focus on what we need to do at hand now. We need to ensure that the recruits serve us well, no weakness, no cowardice. That's the way of the Inquisitors."

August 15th, 11:59 PST

Deep within the Californian forests, there's a nearby small camp holding a lot of prisoners, where they're tied up to poles on their backs, with only their white shirts and blue pants. The Zlocan Knights patrol every corner of it, observing any kind of suspicious activity and such and see if they should kill or subdue.

Ten in total are tied up. Young and old, some men and women. But one man, in particular, is in there. A half bald middle-aged man who nonetheless has a fit body like a man who will never give up on his career. His scarred face with bruises and cuts, yet he maintains dignity and integrity through his eyes which don't blink. The man is no other than the cop who saved Tany back when she ran away from the forest.

And his fellow members all wait for something that may decide their fate forever.

One Zlocan, likely an officer, approaches the group of prisoners, who can only stare at him defiantly.

"As you may all know, we, the Zlocans, tried to convince you that your old ways should come to an end and be part of something better, a chance for rebirth. But, we should have known better. All endurance yet no courage, stubborn yet no pride, defeated yet shameless, unworthy traits for people calling themselves warriors. Well, let me remind you this, the only one truly deserving of being a warrior is one who knows when to put the right foot for a passage, because the wrong one will lead to catastrophe. And that will be your punishment." the officer says.

As he says this, the officers can only look down defiantly. Their gazes being solely focused on the officer himself as he speaks those words. They don't give a damn about what supposed Alien lecture they're given, Human lectures are what they truly need.

A Zlocan Knight then comes to the prisoners, her handgun loaded with enough ammo to likely kill all prisoners in go.

"Usually, it's been known from many armies that all the prisoners must be executed at the same time, likely to spare the pain of the rest seeing their comrades falling one by one. But since you have done nothing more but rejecting salvation of the new order and what it stands, then we shall test how much you can lock your emotions away." the officer says as the Knight aims her gun at one of the former cops.

Pressing the trigger, one bolt impacts the head of the first former cop, leaving a bloody yet darkened mark on his face.

The other cops, including the old man, try their best to remain unfazed, likely to prove what the Zlocu expect them to do in the end.

But as the executioner continued her ordeal and the number of prisoners dwindles, something much more is felt among the cops.

Two young policemen blink rapidly while breath deeply as their deaths await, while the old one slowly turns away to another side and closes his eyes. For a cop, it's their duty to protect the common citizen, to deliver justice for those who deserve it and punish the ones who endanger any life in the town. That's supposed to be the true meaning of being a cop.

But now, all that feeling and duty that allowed most of them to live with the job, it's all gone. No people left to protect, no strength to carry out justice, not even the will to do anything.

Everything that they've founded based on justice and security, all left to tatters.

Only three left, and right when she fires, the watery liquid could be seen in the young cop's eye, all before departing from this world. The next one, a female, breathes rapidly as much as she can before she too meets her hand.

And as for the old man himself, he's at least fortunate enough to keep the last moments in his life shrouded with nothing but darkness, likely as a way to leave more peacefully as death comes by.

The Knight readies the gun, maybe it's time to say goodbye and give thanks for their services.

Or is it?

SCWAFF! SCWAFF! SCWAFF!

Three arrows come by, picking the heads of three Zlocans present, including the executioner and the officer, which then fall down to the ground.

SCWAFF!

Another shooting arrow comes by, this time hitting the old man's ropes which breaks apart. Even though he's briefly freed, he knows that something much more to deal with the Zlocans.

The Zlocans start to gather around and aim their rifles everywhere in the forest in a state of panic and emergency. The attack was sudden and unprecedented, not to mention, the arrow's user couldn't be found when they fired the arrows.

The Knights kept looking near the woods for something suspicious, quietly approaching it while two guards approach the old cop and one points his gun near his head, likely as a way to keep him from moving. Thankfully for him, he could only smirk at them now that his supposed time got delayed for an unspecified time.

There's at first no progress of the attacker until...

"Oh tally-ho! Oh tally-ho!" a voice can be heard, a distinctly female one, emerging from one of the trees.

She's dressed up in a long brown robe covering most of her body and face while walking aimlessly and waving her hands.

"Freeze! Don't move!" one of the Knights says as they notice her and approach her, their guns still locked at her.

"Oh, you officers? Very good. I'm lost at the moment, would you please if you kindly escort me to-" she says while changing directions continuously without batting an eye to the Zlocan Knights. One of them roughly starts shoving her in frustration.

"Human scum like you is trespassing in this restricted area, so we're taking you into custody."

"Human scum? Oh boy, you guys surely really to make up some good acting in this place, never thought it would be a good geeky place to meet!"

One of them then points a gun directly at her face.

"Say another word and you'll be beyond dead!" he says in a furious tone.

"Whoa whoa, take it easy dude...I'm just a happy fellow who needs some help, that's all." She says, in a joking tone while noticeably smirking. This, of course, makes the Knights more furious as they all start aiming their guns at her.

"This is your final warning..." another one says, this time with a sterner tone.

A brief silence happens, the hooded lady then finally stops changing directions aimlessly and stands still near one of the knights. All ready to lock on, it seems that more unfortunate and naive fellows will get affected by the crossfire of war and suffering. Something nobody wants to.

After a minute of silence, the hooded lady then starts smirking again.

"Gotta warn you though..." the lady says, this time in a serious tone.

This provokes one of the Knights to fire at her, but she grazes the laser bolt and strikes one of the Zlocans in the head.

She starts to thrust her left elbow back to one of the Knights while taking cover from behind said Zlocan from the laser bolts that are firing at her. One of them tries to grab her but she quickly grabs his hand and lifts it while turning around, proceeding to hurl him towards one of the knights which knock them out. One of them then grabs one of their electric knives and rushes towards her. Again, she then outsmarts him by raising her leg vertically and using the heel, she pounces the opponent down to the ground.

The Zlocan knights try to get up and regain composure, but before they could know it, the hooded figure throws her robe away towards them, revealing the full figure of the mysterious fighter. A dark-skinned woman with a face as beautiful as an angel, black hair with shiny cyan eyes, a slim body and an armor worthy for the greater warriors of the Middle East. She unsheathes her sword that's in her belt, revealing none other than an elegant form of the Iranian Scimitar blade. She then rushes forward to the Zlocans, slicing down each one in every limb she can see and easily cut while leaving orange trails of blood in the ground.

The officer, looking from afar, has never looked so impressed with his life of seeing such a powerful warrior in his life. But like with every warrior, some just want to do it in a dirty way.

One of the guards pulls one of their guns to aim towards the female warrior, only for the officer to quickly grab the hand and snap it intensively, causing the Knight to scream in pain. The other one tries to shot him, but he quickly grabs the blaster gun and shots the Zlocan first before proceeding to shot the disarmed Zlocan as well.

Quickly unraveling from the ropes, he then starts heading inside the building which seems to be housing something. But he has no key, so he uses the gun to blast the hell out of the doorknob and enter inside.

More Zlocan reinforcements come by as they try to beat her with their Zlocan sword technique but to no avail. Her technique of one-handed Razmafzar quickly catches them off guard from the unexpected quick moves of the blade.

One of them tries to jab at her but quickly swings her blade horizontally to block the strike, which then proceeds to use it to her advantage by stabbing at the Zlocan's chest.

She front kicks one of the attacking Zlocans which she proceeds to slice the head off while quickly grabbing the blade to enter the two sword stance.

Two of them try to attack by swinging their blades to an unprotected spot, but she quickly blocks them with her two swords, which takes it to her advantage by slashing the Knights repeatedly. It now appears that there's nothing left in the zone, as she quickly kneels with one of her legs with carving her scimitar to the ground.

"Never assume anyone based on what they look like." she proclaims, likely as a response from what she warned them.

However, a nearby Zlocan patrol heard the commotion and headed out to the camp, reaching in time to aim their weapons at her.

But before they could do anything to fire...

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Seven gunshots can be heard, and this time it hits the knights in vital parts like the heart or the head. It ends up killing them. Curiously enough, the woman only looks forward to the one of who fired the guns instead of looking at the dead bodies. The person who did it? No one other than the old cop himself, with his two Smith & Wesson Model 19 revolvers, likely that belonged to either him or one of the fallen cops or just from something he found inside. He's also wearing a black jacket as well. He twirls his guns while dropping some of the bullets in the aftermath of the battle.

The lady can only give him a dry look of amusement with her rosy face as she approaches him near the house where he found his equipment back.

"Son of a gun..." the officer says quietly.

"I presume that you never expected this kind of action before?" the lady asks.

"All bullets and mayhem, yes. But aliens and ladies from the east...helluva times no."

She chuckles.

"Well, I got the show you unexpectedly wanted," she says.

"But still, ain't half bad at all. Looks like first-swathe to me in fact. Actually, not at all from such broad that could be just be any pilgrim passing around here."

She then frowns, likely feeling the unintentional insult of it.

"Eh, guess cowboys really need to get some manners after all."

"Whoa hey, just some nice chitty-chatting with you, nothing much more." he replies in an apologetic yet cocky tone.

"Not as far as I presume that you could be more than that. Oh, forgot to ask, what's your name, good cowboy?" she asks.

"Wolfen. Eddie Wolfen. A cop with nothing left."

"Well, Wolfen Eddie Wolfen, I'm Malak Al-Zadi, enchanted to meet you." the woman says.

"Malak...you're from India?"

"Iran."

"Close enough."

Malak then chuckles in response.

"Well, if you're a cop who pretends to be a cowboy, then be aware that I'm the new Persian fighter of this century because old-school never felt so good like never before."

"Old-school, yeah...quite a way of living something that was enjoyable before."

"If you put it that way, Wolfie. But be aware that regardless, be thankful that our sweetest god gave us the chance to become more powerful than we can possibly imagine."

Eddie only grumbles in response. Maybe he's not that into spiritual beliefs or something similar. At the very least, he's not angry at least.

"So, what brings you here in California?" Eddie asks.

"Well, it's kinda a long story to tell, but to summarise it, Iran went to hell, moved to Seattle, the USA goes to hell, I won't have any of it, trained hard and embarked on a personal crusade of mine."

"Mm-hmm..."

"Also, I apologize if-"

"No need to. There's always the thought that we have all shit in the world to allow us to save everyone. But let me tell ya if that's the case, then the sacrifice for all good would be meaningless...yeah, you get the point."

"Hmm...Now, think we should team up in this? Just one ant alone isn't enough to hold off a large herd. I think...it's better if increase our herd as well."

"Well, if you put it that way, then deal. So, what can we call ourselves for now?"

"Hmm, since we may have erased all trace of what happened here and nobody may know who we were...I think being the enigma would be quite beneficial."

"Hey, good one! The enigma duo!"

"Enigmatic action all the way, baby," she says dryly once more.

"Well then. Enough jibber-jabber, I've found some things inside that good ol'house that could be useful for our next quarrels. Not to mention, that handy truck over there, we can give it a good time to use it."

"That's very weird to think of, but, sure thing."

They then started to pack most of the supplies and equipment found in the house and load into the truck.

After five minutes of loading cargo, it now seemed that they have been loaded on board.

"OK, bailing time!" Eddie says as he enters the truck in the driver's seat, Malak is the co-pilot. Using the keys, he ignites the truck and proceeds to drive off to a distant part of the forest.

Strange mind alike can make unexpected allies, and these could be as beneficial to any group that can create miracles. Or maybe not? Who knows, cowboys and amazons are something that couldn't notice or even thought of for an official statement.