Author's Notes: Okay time for the sequel, enjoy!

The Return of the Elanges:

Prologue:

The blackness of space, dark and cold wrapped around Jakra, which silence echoed around the people, asleep, in their cozy abodes, the guards slacking off and eating pizza waiting for something interesting to happen; and dock workers on the shipyards toying around with some nuts and bolts, tossing them to each other, trying to pass the time. It was one of those quiet nights, when construction of starships ceased and all you could hear was silence, your breath, your friend toying around with a ratchet, a slight thump as the station reasserts it's orbit. These nights were quite uneventful, yet boring. But this night was different...

Out of the corner of one of the worker's eyes, he saw something jump out of Phase Space. When he turned to look at it, it was the size of 10 battleships! Somewhere in the station, someone pulled a alarm, the station's alarms began to blare full blast.

"RED ALERT! ALL WORKERS EVACTUATE THE AREA!" A voice came over the intercom.

"What the hell?" A man asked, he was dressed in a black leather jacket, and long denim pants, a gun strapped to his side. The man's name was... Lan Pavanio...