...after saving yet another civilization from its once certain destruction, Ace Captain Commander James Hazelton returned to his modest oklahoma apartment. Once upon the threshold, stepping over numerous bodies of the ninjas sent to ambush him, he found comfort in sleep.
His unconscious form felt not the bulk of the space armor which had saved his life on so many occasions and for the first time in far too long, he dreamed.
He dreamt of many things, fleeting visions in the darkness of his mind's eye, but one vision persisted. A vision of things to come, of events which have yet come to pass, of a place many had called Tulsa...
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