5 years ago... In a dark room on *PLANET X* a night guard and custodian wanders the halls of a museum, whistling a tune as he passes the various artefacts of value, paintings, busts, other valuables of a age ago. He hears a crash and a smash of glass and quickly points his flash light to the direction it came from, hurrying towards it. He pulls his stunner, not the most effective weapon, but this place is rarely the target of thieves, the black-market industry for such goods has been crushed by system lords and the wealthy, guarding their treasures in secret. He sees two figures loading a bag with various trinkets of jewellery and pottery. He switches the main lights on. ''Stop there'' He commands the two figures now in light, a Twi'lek and a cyborg human, the guard stands back in awe, he's never seen a cyborg, very illegal in these parts. The two laugh at the man. ''Looks like we've got a hero Teff'' the cyborg chuckles to his counterpart. The Twi'lek approaches the man ''Look here, you might as well put that away, we're going to take this stuff'' The Twi'Lek pulls out a knife and the gaurd pulls the trigger on his blaster hitting him right in the face. ''Wowth, thatth really stingsh, you'll payth for that.'' The Twi'lek bounds towards teh guard stabbing him in the stomach and up with the knife getting close to his face and cussing at the guard with a numb slurred voice. The guard falls back on his back smashing a column of glass holding various artefacts in they fall everywhere, some smashing, some rolling. He cradles his wound and looks blankly and sadly back up at the two thieves, knowing they have killed him. He's bleeding out, no hope of rescue as he failed to initiate the alarms. The two thieves continue with their looting leaving him to die. As the guard lies there, one of the artefacts happens to roll towards him, his blood drips onto it. The sphere, with engravings and markings on all of a sudden springs to life emanating an aura of blue light from itself. The sphere reforms, changing shape, it's markings adjusting and moving like a clockwork mechanism. It becomes a Pyramid, then a octahedron, and a sphere, oscillating between these until it explodes outward in a beam of light, it's corners and apexes forming a wide sphere of light. It darts around the room a brilliant white light seems to pass over the guard, and again the two thieves, in a blinding light the two thieves disappear and the room glows with a bluish green hue. An ethereal voice startles the guard. ''You are bleeding, a Noble death, in the line of duty, some may disagree but you faced your murderers.'' It continues ''I am the guardian, the Arkenite'' Images begin to form in the hologram generated. Two shadows, one with a red aura another with a blue, the two figures clash and form into a black and white spiral, like two tear drops coming together forming a circle of the two, out of this a greyish humanoid figure emerges. Other images begin to flash, 3 shadows of very different sizes, small, medium and large. A ship. Many space battles, People begin slaughtered by armies of machines. Machines being destroyed by other armies. Cities floating in the sky being destroyed and crumbling. The galaxy, flashing red and blue, light and dark in various places. Other images form, 2 figures, a woman and a droid, a starship, the janitor, another figure, all together, with a statue. As this is occuring the voice is reciting: ''an alliance of misfits yet again, to form an their adventures begin, with good and bad they fight till their last breath, battle for a cause unbeknown but of life and death. A man out of time and place you shall guard and protect, till the moment he's free for a new order to erect. You and them will be the most important people of our times, this is true because it rhymes.'' The artefacts physical components begin to spin orbiting towards the caretaker. ''I will join myself within you, become part of you and we shall begin this journey together, what is your name'' The caretaker coughs holding onto life, in shock and confusion as to what he is seeing. ''Carlos, but my friends call me the caretaker.'' ''Caretaker, interesting, then that you shall be, a guardian of light and dark, balancing these two forces with me, and guarding the one who one day will be let out of his prison.'' The light from the floating structure seems to illuminate a statue of a humanoid male in the museum.'' ''What do I do'' Carlos enquires. ''Nothing, your destiny will be revealed before you'' The device flies towards Carlos some of the components seemingly float into him, others his apparel, a mop he dropped on entrance.'' Carlos' wounds heal and the bleeding stops he opens his eyes, his pupils missing, a bright white light seems to vaporise out of his eyes and then normalise back to his original dark green colour. Carlos stands up and stretches. ''Been a while since I had a bipedal body'' He cracks his neck and fingers stretching his humanoid muscles. He outstetches his hand and his mop flies towards him, he grips it tight and begins cleaning up the mess of broken glass whilst heading over to the statue admiring it. ''Soon you shall be free, and when the others find us, our journey can begin''