We cut to the planet Savox, a rocky planet full of rich and vital ingredients for the buyers of the Novax Castrol E7. A gigantic mining station situates at the top of a steep hill of rocks. Below the mine lies a steep gradient drop that leads around to the more rocky ground. We hear the sound of drilling through the rocks to locate more of the Castrol substance and energy. Brown little troll-like men run the entire outfit, with faces of pigs. They grunt and snort grotesquely in their warrior-like armour plates. Their helmets are designed with horns, and their upright torsos, meaning they walk on their hind legs, are covered in Medieval knighthood silver. We see their intense work shift of the pigs digging with pickaxes on the ground around the site to create extra ease for the drilling. Two tracks lead down from the steep slope, one leading down it on the left, and the other heading up on the right.
The Savox miners work together in harmony and delightfulness, pushing the containers together. The ones heading down contain either solid rock samples of the shiny gold substance, watery golden chemicals of the solution, or grey gas canisters holding the Castrol inside them. On the other side, the workers push up usually empty trolleys, sometimes with the missing containments, sometimes empty canisters that were used for gas. These dumb-witted animals dedicate their souls to the work with positive attitudes to one another. We cut to mining control. A Savox Miner wears a helmet and watches with admiration seeing the work his minions are admirably completing. The entrance into the site is from the direction where the Savox miners, with their hard helmets on, watch.
A control panel with instrument panels and gauges is situated in the bottom left sector of the control area. The top left side has a conveyor belt of collected solids of the substance generated from the collection. The top right section has a running stream of liquid fluids that some of the minions pour into their trolleys with buckets to careful run into. The bottom right section has miners at a wall taking the pumped gas into the canisters when they select the hose to pour into the container. A reading demonstrates the reading of how much gas needs to be entered. We then cut to quickly see some of the strong miners digging into the rocks with their spades into the lower levels of the planet. This then cuts back to Mining Control. One of the miners approaches the Leading Miner. They speak with American Texan like accents, and a rather unintelligent form of vocabulary. They may have much brawn, but little brain power. Bits of plant hang from their horrid nostrils, as do piercings between each of the nostrils.
Savox Miner 2:
Well boss, I think the dudes think they think they have what they think is a breakthrough.
Savox Miner 1:
Breakthrough you mean? How come?
Savox Miner 2:
He, he, he, he, he. I mean it looks as though as we hit the jackpot. We're sitting on a wealth of the Novax Castrol E7, boss.
Savox Miner 1:
Looks as though we're gonna be in business for a while yet, buddy. It will sure make our business partners proud that such brave and handsome looking guys like us can give 'em what they want. Right?
Savox Miner 2:
Sure. He, he, he, he. Free of charge too. How do they like that?
Savox Miner 1:
Very much, I'd assume. They sure like it alright. But now, this planet is ours. And we are delighted to have no other purpose or existence. To serve the Slumpas and Rimpas. Or is it Rimpas and Slumpas?
Savox Miner 2:
Well, they're all the same folks that we've served them so as long as... as long as...
Savox Miner 1:
As long as we can remember. But their feud between each other is none of our beef. We just serve 'em what they want. You see, you gotta have what they can an inqueery mind. Be above that of what is below. Know your facts right. Speak as the higher ground.
Savox Miner 2:
Erm... right.
Savox Miner 1:
Not like the masters we serve. Ha, ha, ha. Fighting amongst themselves for the Castrol E7.
The first miner laughs, then out of stupidity, the second also begins laughing, and snorting horribly. We then cut to the world of the Slumpas. Two of them sit in their elevated chairs to support their fat rolls of soft grey skin. Their excessive body weight means that they can only support themselves on expansive chairs supporting their massive weight. The controls for the radio and movement of their chairs are on the side of them. The Slumpas are grotesquely overweight, with rolls running from their cheeks, necks, and on their wobbly man boobs, arms, and legs. We see two of them together in a neatly decorated room with a plant on a table and various portraits on the wall. A sofa is provided between the two of them. They speak with more deep vocals as a result of their grand presence. Skarva is the representative of the Slumpas, and he is joined by his aid Wrafgh. Skarva sits on his life support system seat with his right head towards the camera, with Wrafgh facing the camera and looking at his superior.
Skarva:
We remain comfortable and content in our climate here on Slumpava, do we not Wrafgh?
Wrafgh:
Indeed, your excellency. Indeed. We pride ourselves on the riches and wealth we not only consume but present in our fine armoury weapons and missiles of mass destruction.
Skarva:
Quite, Wrafgh. We remain dependent on the Novax Castrol E7 substance that give us the life support that we need as a result of our – unhealthy stature. We possess all the natural ingredients of energy, gas, and liquid of the Castrol ingredient.
Wrafgh:
The Rimpas of their Rimparos are our sworn enemies, Skarva, your highness. Those who believe in the wrong that their uses of the Castrol is more important than ours. Provided by those brainless fools who get our source of survival we need.
Skarva:
Yes. As the Rimpas do to themselves.
Skarva elevates on his chair along to a window to show the starry sky of the planet. The alien in his chair stands to the left side of the window. An overgrown grass field situates where a mighty rocket missile stands by its gantry, aiming up into the sky.
We are poised to annihilate one another. We are destined to the same fate. Our continual skirmish for who controls the supply of our survival needs.
This then cuts to see a similar window shot of an almost identical missile site. The camera then reveals out the window facing the left of the screen, with another alien individual staring out. This demonstrates the similarity and likeness to the mortal enemies of the Slumpas – the Rimpas. We see the first of them, the leader of the species. He is a very thin creamy coloured being, with a slim but boxed-like head. The leader, Kasak looks out with pride out at the window, and then returns to the similarly dressed room to that of his enemies. Kasak is joined by his friend Josiah, another slim Rimpan. They talk in creepy, high pitched voices, in a similar fashion as if they were Angel-like.
Kasak:
Who controls the supply of our survival needs, Josiah? Do we, the Rimpians? Or do our sworn enemies, the plump and horribly mutated Slumpas.
Josiah:
We are both at a stalemate, Kasak. Our tensions must be resolved. But for as long as our ancestors can remember, we have never seen eye to eye with the Slumpas. Old scores must be set.
Kasak:
Yes. As the Slumpas use their energy of the Castrol substances from Savox to keep themselves alive, we depend on the solid material for the foundations of our world. And for our almighty crafts capable of great power and destruction.
Josiah:
And so are theirs. We are like two power blocks ready to blast ourselves to infinity. None of us dares to make the first move.
Kasak:
I still remain certain Josiah, maybe not in our own lifetime, but the next generation, or the next generation of the Rimpas, we shall be victorious. And sweep away our ancient enemies, the Slumpas. Then all their Castrol and Savox's shall be ours for the taking...