Welcome to another exciting installment of Spacemon, the tale of a Pokemon TRPG campaign! This is a spinoff of the sci-fi space epic played using the Pokemon Tabletop United (PTU) system, this time GMed by yours truly. You can get caught up the entire Spacemon saga here!
The early morning light filtered in through the blinds as Axel laced up his boots. Persephone lay sleeping in her bed nearby. She looked so peaceful, so he didn’t want to disrupt her slumber. Moving quietly, the mercenary stood up to search for his shirt, which had been hastily discarded the night before.
“You weren’t planning on leaving here without saying goodbye, were you?”
Axel turned around to see Persephone gazing at him from the bed.
“I didn’t want to disturb you,” Axel said. “My crew picked up this job yesterday; we’re supposed to meet with the employer downtown in an hour.”
“And, what, you were just gonna slip out on me?” Persephone asked playfully as she sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. “You can’t get away from me that easily.”
“I’ll come back, of course,” Axel said. “I’d be crazy to want to get away from a beautiful woman like you.”
Persephone stood up, then walked over to Axel and planted a kiss on his lips.
“I’ll hold you to that.”
Axel was in quite a good mood as he stepped back aboard the Maverick. The previous night had been an amazing experience, and now the mercenary felt like he could take on the entire Galaxy. “Hey guys!” he enthusiastically called out to his crewmates. “We gotta get going! We’ve got a job to do!”
“Someone’s in a good mood,” Cyrus chuckled, stepping out of his room into the corridor. “I take it you had a good time last night?”
Axel grinned at his boss. “Damn right, Captain. And now I’m ready to get paid. Let’s go find out about this job!”
The captain nodded. “I appreciate the enthusiasm,” he said, slapping Axel on the back. “As soon as Gaster’s ready we’ll be on our way.”
“I’m all ready to go,” Gaster replied, emerging from his room.
Glancing over at his crewmate, Axel saw the former smuggler wearing a brand new trench coat. “Nice coat,” the mercenary complimented him.
“Thanks,” Gaster said. “I picked this up with the prize money from the gym.” He then hit his closed fist against his chest. “It’s got a reinforced lining. Figured I could use a bit more protection.”
“If you wanted protection, you should’ve had Erik make you some armor like mine,” Axel said.
“I’d rather have my mobility unimpeded,” Gaster said.
Axel shrugged. “Fair enough.”
“Alright, enough chit-chat,” Cyrus cut in. “Let’s get a move on.”
Axel looked around and noticed the absence of the rest of the crew. “No one else is coming with us?”
“The others all have things to take care of,” the captain explained. “And besides, I’m sure the three of us can handle this just fine on our own.”
“Alright,” Axel said, nodding. “You’re the boss. Lead the way.”
The mid-morning sun was shining brightly as Axel, Cyrus, and Gaster made their way through the bustling streets of Greywall. Following Gaster to the location he had scouted the day before, Axel looked around and the flowing crowds. The former smuggler had led him and the captain to a busy part of town Axel couldn’t help but feel a bit surprised by how busy it actually was. As far as small Outer Rim port towns went, Greywall was certainly one of the busiest the mercenary had visited.
“This is the place,” Gaster said suddenly, stopping outside an unmarked and seemingly abandoned building.
“You sure?” Axel asked his crewmate. “Seems like a sketchy place to meet a potential employer.”
“Oh, I agree with you on that,” Gaster replied. “But this is definitely it.”
“You sure this job is legit?”
“I have no idea,” Gaster said. “The posting on the job board didn’t say much of anything.”
“Well boys, there’s only one way to find out,” Cyrus said before taking a step towards the door. “Let’s go take a look.”
“Right behind you, boss,” Axel said as he followed the captain.
Entering the building, the trio stepped into a room full of tables and chairs. A large screen adorned the far wall and a group of four people sat around one of the tables. They all looked over at the Maverick crew as they moved into the room. Judging from their rugged appearance, Axel assumed they were mercenaries, likely from the Alliance if the cowboy hats worn by two of them were anything to go by.
A moment of silence passed as the two groups looked at each other, neither saying anything to the other. Finally, after what seemed an uncomfortably long time, Gaster dared to speak.
“Can we help you?” the former smuggler asked. “We’re here for a job. You happen to know anything about it?”
“So are we,” one of the mercenaries said, his Alliance Outer Colony accent rather apparent. He was a young, dark haired man, perhaps in his mid twenties and he wore a long coat and a rather nice looking cowboy hat.
“What job?” Gaster asked.
The man stood up from the table and approached the three new arrivals. “We were passing through and saw a posting about a job. We came here to check it out. Same as you, I imagine.”
“So where’s our prospective employer?” Axel asked, taking a step toward the man.
The man shrugged. “Who knows?” he said. “We know as much as you.”
As these mercenaries didn’t seem to know anything about the job, Axel shifted gears and decided to make small talk, hoping to learn more about them. “That’s a cool hat you have there,” he said.
“Thank you,” the man said, tipping his hat at the mercenary.
Axel then turned away and walked over to the giant screen on the wall. “This sure is a fancy looking screen here,” he said.
“Ain’t it?” one of the other mercenaries said, his Outer Colony accent much thicker than the other guy’s. This man looked a bit younger than the first. His shaggy brown hair was longer than his companion and his face was covered in facial scruff. He wore an old, somewhat tattered cowboy hat and no shirt. A thin trail of smoke rose from the lit cigar in his hand.
“Uh, nice pecs there, guy with no shirt on,” Axel commented with a hint of sarcasm. The man nodded and brought his cigar up to his mouth.
As this shirtless man inhaled a puff of smoke from his cigar, Axel noticed the man beside him — a guy with a scraggly horseshoe mustache and prominent sideburns who wore a grease-stained baseball cap and looked to be in his early thirties — wore a vest full of explosives. Classy, Axel thought as he took a step back, recognizing the potential danger of holding a lit cigar so close to combustion-based explosives.
“So who are you guys, if I may ask?” the first man asked.
Turning back to him, Axel began walking back over in his direction. “We’re just some travelers looking for some work,” he said.
“I see,” the dark haired man said. “The name’s Lars,” he continued, offering his hand. “Lars Rickets.”
Axel clasped the man’s hand and gave it a firm shake. “I’m Axel. I like to burn things.”
“I can see that,” Lars said, glancing at the mercenary’s flamethrower rig.
“And this is the captain,” Axel said motioning at Cyrus.
“Cyrus Drake,” the captain introduced himself. “And that’s Gaster,” he added, pointing out their crewmate, who was hanging back a bit.
“A pleasure to meet you,” the former smuggler said with a nod.
“Likewise,” Lars said before motioning toward his companions. “This is my team, the Red Riders.”
“Can’t say I’ve heard that name before,” Axel said.
“That sounds familiar,” Cyrus said. “You’re the new team of bounty hunters that apprehended Big Konan, right?”
Lars let out a chuckle. “The very same,” he said. “This here is Floyd,” the bounty hunter continued, nodding at the shirtless man.
“Howdy there,” he said between puffs of his cigar.
“And Jim Bob,” Lars said, glancing at the man with the explosives.
“Hey man, that’s a fine talkin’ bout that dang ol’ rig, man,” Jim Bob said, speaking with an accent so thick Axel wasn’t sure if he was using actual words. “I tell you what, man, watch ya don’t done git that blowed up dadgum boom.”
“He said ‘it’s nice to meet you,’” Floyd said, seeing the confused expression on Axel’s face. “He don’t talk so good.”
“I see,” Axel said.
“And that there is Bobbie Jo,” Lars finished, pointing out the fourth member of his team. She was a tall, muscular woman with short blonde hair. A large heavy-duty grenade launcher lay across her lap and she wore an intimidating scowl on her face. She was definitely someone Axel wouldn’t want to mess with.
“So, where y’all from?” Floyd asked.
Before anyone could answer the question, the doors slid open, revealing four figures silhouetted by the light pouring in behind them. These newcomers stepped inside the room, each striking a pose as the door slid shut. With the light out of his eyes, Axel got a good look at this group of people. Each of the four was dressed in a stylish, color-coordinated outfit and gave off the impression of a bona fide badass. They were clearly yet another team of mercenaries or bounty hunters, and they looked like serious professionals.
At the front of this team stood a tall, voluptuous woman with a piercing, icy gaze and long platinum blonde hair pulled into a braid that hung over her left shoulder. She wore a shimmery deep purple top that showed off her ample bosoms and a long, fashionable black coat with a purple lining. Just looking at her, Axel could tell she was the leader.
The blonde woman was flanked on either side by a dour-faced man with jet black hair and a short and petite woman with brunette hair dyed with streaks of pink and purple. The man’s hair was slicked back and was dressed all in black, including a long leather trench coat with subtle purple accents. The woman had a sly smirk on her face and wore a cute white coat with pink and purple accents.
Towering over all three of his companions, the final member of the team was a huge, muscular man with close-cropped dark hair. His imposing form loomed behind his teammates. He wore dark pants with a purple belt and a tight sleeveless shirt that stretched across his bulging muscles, revealing his hulking biceps. Aside from his impressive physique, the most notable thing about this man was the advanced-looking cybernetic limb that replaced his right arm, beginning just above the elbow.
“Damn, we should’ve brought one more person,” Axel mumbled to himself, noting the fact that he and his two crewmates were the only group to show up that didn’t have four members.
Cyrus chuckled at this and shook his head. Paying his employer no mind, Axel strolled up to the newcomers. “You guys look like you know what you’re doing.” The mercenary was met with a cold stare from the leader of the stylish team of mercs.
“If it’s not rude to ask, what happened to your arm there, friend?” Axel then asked, approaching the muscular man. The man scowled back at him.
Gaster sighed. “That’s absolutely rude to ask.”
“I just like the arm,” Axel said, turning his head to look at his crewmate. “It’s a nice arm. I wanna know what happened.”
“Vorkout injury,” the muscular man said, a thick German accent quite apparent.
“What were you doing?” Axel asked incredulously. “Bench pressing a building?”
“So are you here for the job or giving us the job?” Gaster inquired.
“We are here for the job, of course,” the blonde woman said. She spoke with a Genevan accent that Axel couldn’t quite place. His best guess was that she was from one of the Scandinavian nations, based on her appearance. “All you boys can go home,” the woman continued, giving off an air of arrogance. “The employer won’t be needing anyone else but Team Vogue for this job. All you pathetic whelps will just get in the way.”
Axel frowned. “Well that was rude,” he said.
“Y’all are a buncha a-holes,” Floyd called out from across the room.
The blonde woman scowled as she gazed across the room at everyone. “That may be,” she said. “But fowl scoundrels such as yourselves are not worthy of the respect of an elite team of bounty hunters such as ourselves.” She then took a step forward, with the rest of her team close behind.
“Out of my vay, small man,” the muscled man said as he pushed past Axel, nearly knocking him to the ground in the process.”
“Rude,” Axel grumbled, feeling anger rising within. He had just been trying to be nice, but these jerks returned his courtesy with nothing but contempt and disrespect. “See if you can lift my Gyarados out of the way next time.”
As Axel moved to confront the disrespectful bounty hunters, the screen at the far end of the room flashed on, drawing the attention of everyone present. Deciding to let the slight against him go for the moment, Axel approached the screen with everyone else.
The screen displayed a man in a very expensive-looking suit who wore a stylish hat that was tipped slightly forward, obscuring most of his face. All Axel could make out was a squared jawline covered in neatly trimmed facial hair. “Greetings,” the man said, speaking in a calm, serious tone. “I see you all have made it.”
“So you must be our employer then,” Axel said. “What’s this job?”
“I’m glad you asked,” the man in the hat said. “The job is simple. I require the services of skilled bounty hunters to capture a high profile target.”
“And who, exactly, is this target?” Lars inquired.
“This man,” the man in the hat said as the image of a middle-aged man appeared on the screen. “Mikhail Yong, planetary governor of Troyva.”
Axel had never been to the planet, but he certainly recognized the name of one of the Romanov Union’s major economic hubs. The fact that they were being asked to capture the governor of such an important planet seemed a bit suspicious to the mercenary. “Is this perfectly legal?” he asked.
“Not entirely,” the man in the hat said.
“Not entirely?” Gaster asked incredulously. “Kidnapping someone is definitely not legal.”
“Perhaps not,” the man on the screen replied. “But neither is most of what Mr. Yong does.”
Axel shrugged. “Fair enough,” he said. This man clearly knew more about the governor than he did.
“Might I ask who you are?” Gaster asked.
“That’s not important. Suffice it to say that I represent a party interested in Mr. Yong’s many under-the-table dealings.”
This time it was Gaster who shrugged. “Fair enough,” the former smuggler said.
“So what about our payment for this job?” Axel asked.
“Cutting right to the chase, I see,” the man in the hat said. “Very well. Whichever team brings Mr. Yong back shall receive a handsome sum of one-point-two-million credits.”
Axel’s jaw dropped. “That’s a lot of money,” the mercenary said. The thought of making that much money from one job was tantalizing to say the least.
“Don’t you think we’re going to get in each other’s way a little bit?” Gaster asked, glancing around the room at the two teams of bounty hunters.
“That is up to you,” the man on the screen said. “You can work together and split the payment if you so choose. All that matters to my employer is that you bring Mr. Yong back alive.” He paused and looked around at everyone. “Any questions?” he asked after a few moments.
“How do you expect us to grab this guy?” Gaster asked. “It’s not like we can just walk into his office.”
“Mr. Yong will be meeting with with a group of gangsters on his payroll in the Old Harbour District of Troyva’s capital city Zolotaya in three days time,” the mysterious employer said. “This will be your best opportunity to strike. I’ll have the details sent to your ships.”
“Sounds good to me,” Axel said.
“Any other questions?” the man in the hat asked, looking around at everyone. “No? Okay, good. Get moving.” With that, the screen went blank.
“Well it looks like we’ll be competing for this bounty,” Lars said in a friendly tone, glancing over at everyone. “Good luck and may the best team win.”
“We don’t need luck,” the blonde woman scoffed. “You should save it for yourself. You’re gonna need it.” With a flourish, she turned and moved toward the exit, he coat fluttering behind her. The rest of her team followed her, departing in an equally dramatic fashion. The man in the leather coat looked glanded back with a taunting sneer on his face before walking out the door.
“Them’s, I tell ya what, man, them’s fixin’ fer them sticks and dang ol’ whack, you know, man.”
“Yer right, Jim Bob,” Floyd said, concurring with his fellow bounty hunter. “They ain’t very nice.”
“Team Vogue, huh?” Axel said. “More like the Purple Pricks.”
“You can say that again,” Gaster agreed.
“Alright, enough chatter,” Cyrus said. “Let’s get back to the Maverick. We have a lot to discuss.”
“I’m not really comfortable with this job, Captain,” Gaster said, looking across the table at Cyrus.
“I agree,” the former smuggler’s employer replied. “But the money is tempting.”
“I know that,” Gaster said. “It’s just that I prefer to work with my team … and only my team. The fact that we’re competing with two other teams that are gonna be stepping on our toes the whole time doesn’t really sit particularly well with me.”
“Yeah, but one-point-two-million credits,” Axel interjected.
Cyrus let out a sigh. “It’s a tough decision,” he said.
“What is?” Taraka asked as he walked into the room. “Is this about that job you were looking into?”
“You got it,” Gaster said, nodding.
“The job is to kidnap the Governor of Troyva,” Cyrus explained. “Supposedly to find out his illegal activities. The problem is that we’ll be competing with two other teams of bounty hunters.”
“That and the whole thing seems a bit shady if you ask me,” Gaster added.
“It certainly sounds like it,” Taraka said.
“No less illegal than the shit some of the Yongs are rumoured to have done,” Cyrus said. “But you do have a fair point.”
“C’mon guys. Let’s be honest,” Axel said. “How badly do we need this money?”
“Well I do like things,” Taraka said. “And things require money.”
“Exactly,” Axel replied. “If this Yong guy really is as bad as that guy with the fancy hat said, I say we go for it.”
“Okay,” Gaster said. “Let’s assume Hat Guy is telling the truth. We still have to deal with the Red Riders and Team Vogue.”
“The Purple Pricks,” Axel corrected the former smuggler. “Call them what they are.”
“Right. We still have the Purple Pricks and the Red Riders to worry about.”
“We just need to make sure we get there first,” Axel said.
“Alright,” Gaster said. “Let’s give it a shot.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Cyrus said. “But just be prepared for trouble, just in case.”
Gaster smirked. “I’m always prepared for trouble, Captain.”
Axel sat in the pilot’s seat in the Maverick’s cockpit, gazing out the front viewport at the glowing energies surrounding the ship as it flew through warp space, en route to Troyva. Tsumugi, his ice variant Ninetales from Freyeon, lay curled up in the co-pilot’s seat next to him. The mercenary stroked the Pokemon’s soft fur as he thought about the upcoming job.
“Get outta my seat,” Axel suddenly heard Anya’s voice say.
The mercenary turned to see the ship’s pilot standing in the entrance. “But I’m comfortable,” he replied.
Axel’s statement was met with an eye roll.
“Fiiine,” Axel responded, hopping to his feet. “I’ll sit over here” He moved over to the seat behind the one his Ninetales was occupying.
“Thank you,” Anya said as she sat down in her seat. She reached over and petted Tsumugi before she started fiddling with the console, preparing the Maverick for its arrival at Troyva.
“So what do you know about this Mikhail Yong guy?” Axel asked. As the only Romanov member of the crew, if anyone would know anything about their target it would be her.
“Well, he’s part of the Yong Family and the governor of Troyva so he’s kind of a big deal,” the pilot explained.
“What’s so special about this Yong Family anyway?”
“They’re one of the oldest, wealthiest, and influential families in the entire Union,” Anya said. “They have connections in business, politics, and, if you believe the rumours, the mob. I spent enough time on Voskova to see Markovic dealing with them.”
“So then the rumours are true?” Axel asked.
“Well at least some of them have their fingers in mob money, that’s for sure. Markovic had deals with them and the other families.”
“Yeah,” Anya said. “There’s a lot of old money in the Union dating back to just after the war at the end of the Dominion days. There’s the Yongs and their main political rivals, the Xiannus, and then there’s the Koschei Family … They’re not as powerful as the other two, but they still have their influence. All the Koscheis Markovic dealt with gave me the creeps.”
“They sound like lovely people,” Axel said rather sarcastically. He wasn’t particularly fond of the rich and powerful. “So what about the planet?” the mercenary asked, shifting gears. “What do you know about Troyva? I’ve never been there.”
Anya nodded. “I’ve been there once or twice. It’s a lot different than the places we normally visit. It’s the most populous planet in the Galaxy, the definition of urban.”
“So we’re gonna have to try to play it cool,” Axel said. “I don’t know if I can do that.”
Anya laughed. “You’ll be fine.”
“I’m more worried about figuring out how we’re going to grab this guy,” Gaster’s voice sounded from behind them. Axel glanced back to see the former smuggler stepping onto the bridge with the captain just behind him.
“Well, we know when and where,” Cyrus said.
“Do you think it’s possible to impersonate the people he’s meeting with?” Gaster asked.
The captain responded with a question of his own.“How’s your Romanov?” he asked, a slight smirk on his face.
“Um … maybe let’s go with a different idea,” Gaster said. “Didn’t really think that one through.”
“How about we just go guns blazing, crash the meeting and get there before the other teams do?” Axel suggested.
“I hate to agree with Axel, but he’s right,” Cyrus said.
“Sorry pal,” the captain said, chuckling as he gave Axel a clap on the shoulder. “Planning ahead usually isn’t your strong suit.”
“Alright, fair enough, Boss,” Axel said. “But I have good ideas sometimes. Like this one: we should make our move while he’s on the way to the meeting to make sure we get to him before anyone else.”
“That’s not half bad,” Cyrus said. “Maybe you’re smarter than I give you credit for after all.”
“Doubtful,” Anya teased.
The smell of salty ocean water and industrial waste hung in the air as Axel, Cyrus, Gaster, and Taraka made their way through Zolotaya Old Harbour District. This part of Troyva’s capital had once been a major seaport for shipping goods in and out of the city, but with the advent of modern space lanes it had become obsolete. The areas of the old harbour that hadn’t been absorbed by the expanding spaceport had been built over with new industrial zones.
“The warehouse we’re looking for should be around here somewhere,” Cyrus said as the group rounded a corner.
Looking ahead, Axel saw a large industrial park full of warehouses sprawling out before them. Beyond that, the mercenary could see the famed golden skyline of Zolotaya in the distance.
“I think that’s our target there,” Gaster said, pointing out a fancy looking skycar touching down.
“So much for catching him en route,” Cyrus said. “But if he’s here that means the other teams haven’t gotten to him yet.”
The original plan had been to intercept the governor in transit, but now that was no longer an option. Ace and Kasey were waiting back on the Maverick on standby in case the team hit a snafu, but Axel didn’t think they needed their help just yet.
“What’s the plan then, Captain?” Axel asked, glancing over at Cyrus.
“Well we don’t want to be seen just yet,” Cyrus said. “We can use our Pokemon to get us over the fence and we can come up through that alleyway there,” the captain said, motioning toward a narrow passage between two warehouses near the fence.
A few minutes later, with the help of Axel’s Gyarados and Taraka’s Tangrowth, the team had scaled the fence and were moving up through the alley. Navigating between several warehouses, they managed to remain undetected as they followed the governor and the two armed guards accompanying him as they walked down the main path used for industrial vehicles. Relying on Cyrus’s Talonflame to keep track of the governor’s position, they were able to stay at a good distance.
Eventually, the team arrived at an open area behind several warehouses through another narrow alleyway. Peering around the corner, Axel got a good view of the governor his two rifle-wielding guards as well as the backs of the men he was meeting with. There were three of them, all armed, and they were clearly gangsters of some sort. Axel attempted to listen in on their conversation, but he couldn’t make anything out as they were speaking in Romanov.
“Looks like Hat Guy was right,” Gaster said, peering over Axel’s shoulder. “Governor Yong has some shady connections.”
“That’s pretty obvious,” Taraka responded.
“Okay, let’s focus,” Cyrus said. “We’ve got a job to do here.”
Suddenly, Axel heard a low rumbling sound, but he couldn’t tell where it was coming from. “Do you hear that?” the mercenary asked his crewmates.
Before anyone got the chance to answer, a Steelix erupted forth from the ground behind the governor. Four figures jumped down from the gigantic Pokemon and landed in dramatic poses.
“Pardon me, Governor,” the leader of Team Vogue said. “You’ll be coming with us.”
Notes: Here we are. Session 32. This was a fun session that kicked off a multi-session plot arc. This chapter, however, only covers the first part of this session. I pushed the later half of the session to the next chapter for pacing reasons.
To start things off I added an extra scene at the start of the chapter to resolve the end of the previous chapter. This is just a little something to show the readers how Axel’s relationship with Persephone is developing.
Then it was time to give the party an interesting job. DragonStorm and I came up with a cool job idea before the previous session, but the plan was for them to take on the Fire Gym first, so I gave them the lead on the job before the gym and set it up so they would meet with the employer the following session. That’s not all we came up with either. DragonStorm had pitched the idea for a team of rivals for the crew and we came up with Team Vogue! We wanted to throw a friendlier team at them too, and I had been wanting to introduce the character of Lars, whom you may recognize if you’ve read the original series, into the plot for a while, so I gave him a team of fellow space rednecks to be a proto Red Suns of sorts. They were fun to come up with. Novi had to miss the beginning part of the session, which is why Taraka is absent from the first few scenes, but he arrived in time to be informed of what was going on before the job started.
There was some good RP this session too, with the planning for the the mission happening almost entirely in character. I was so proud of them. The scene between Axel and Anya happened naturally too and I got to provide them some more details through her. I expanded it a bit for the writing so provide some more context for the readers. I’m happy how it turned out.
Unfortunately, Alec had to miss this session, which is why Kasey stayed on the ship when they got to Troyva. I added some more details of them going to the location of the meeting just to make things more interesting. Funnily enough, the session ended up ending on a cliffhanger, just not the one I ended this chapter with. Look forward to some fun combat in the next one!
Thanks to DragonStorm for helping write parts of this chapter.
Post-Chapter Challenge: We haven’t had one of these since I resumed posting, so let’s get to it. Come up with an interesting job! You’re someone in the Spacemon universe that needs something done and you need to hire a party, or a team of bounty hunter, or whatever to get it done. Who are you? What’s the job you need done? Who do you want to hire? I look forward to seeing what you come up with! Perhaps I’ll use it for a future Spacemon campaign or one-off writing piece.
That does it for this chapter. As always the Spacemon gang and I will be monitoring the comments to foster discussion and answer any questions. Feel free to give feedback and critiques of the writing so I can improve it for the future, or just leave a comment with what you think about what went down in this chapter or what you think might happen next! You can also revisit past chapters, check out the rest of the Spacemon saga, join the Spacemon Discord server, or like our Facebook page to stay updated on all things Spacemon! Click here for the next exciting installment of Spacemon: Frontier!