One Planet, One People, Infinite Possibilities!
The Absolutians appear before the rescue team after they infiltrated The Kingdom! Hikari becomes Tsurugi and tries to reignite the heart of Justice in Tregear…
The rescue mission reaches a critical moment! Danger closes in on Yullian, wake up…Ultraman Regulos!
After gaining his Wild Burst form and successfully learning to control the Ultimate Shining power, Ultraman Zero overpowers back Absolute Tartarus and his forces. However, the Ultra League was severely damaged and Ultraman Ribut is worn out from his fight in the Meta Field and leaves the frontlines. Yet finally, the Ultra League finds a lead on The Kingdom. Now, the Princess Yullian rescue team are deployed on a dangerous infiltration mission!
Ultraman Nexus shows up on Planet Babel. He swallowed Ultraman Ribut and Absolute Titan in his pocket dimension Meta Field and they disappeared.
Absolute Tartarus is now headed for Babel, and the brawl centered around Nexus’ power intensifies. Hurry up, Ultraman Zero! With his raw instincts unleashed, Zero in his crimson Wild Burst form is about to bring this battle to an end!
Captain Piquet registered the signal. A simple sound and picture on her screen. In addition there was a writing: “HEXAPHYRON”. She nodded. She knew it had happened and hopefully everything had gone well. It had been planned for a long time. The battle for the sensible people of the earth was not yet lost. It had just really started. And that happened with this action, this operation. HEXAPHYRON …
The Ultra Force trio team up with timely combinations attacks and challenges Absolute Titan!
However, Titan is unfazed from being outnumbered and fights back evenly matched. Then, help arrives from an unlikely source…?! Meanwhile, Ultraman Zero finishes his intense training and the time to awaken the true source of his power draws near…
Gina Spectre is fused into Gua Spectre under the fiendish Absolute Tartarus’ plot. The New Generation Heroes and Ultraman Z once again unleash their mighty power against this powerful enemy!
The Ultimate clashes with the Absolute… However, it was only the beginning. Under Absolute Tartarus’ scheme, Absolute Titan, the Absolutian Swordsman starts a secret mission…
All according to Absolute Tartarus’ plan, Ultrawoman Grigio and friends are in trouble after her own darkness is released in the Monster Graveyard. Who should come in their hour of need but the New Generation Heroes! They joined the movement against the Kingdom at the Tri-Squad’s invitation. Grigio, the Hereos, and even Zearth and Nice burn with courage and take stand!
Following the advice from Ultraman Joneus, Ultraman Zero starts a hard training by his father Ultraseven and his master Ultraman Leo, to regain his primal impulse. Meanwhile, Ultrawoman Grigio goes through a training of the Inter Galactic Defense Force by Ultraman Mebius and meets Ultraman Nice, Zearth and Boy.
Boy invites Grigio to a place where he finds a pretty rock, however…!
Back to the interdimensional conflict of ULTRAMAN: Princess Yullian was kidnaped by the Absolutians. The Inter Galactic Defence Force starts preparing for a rescue operation with the Galaxy Rescue Force.
The Ultra League members train hard for the upcoming battle.
At the same time, the New Generation Heroes were on a new mission and were fighting spread throughout space…
Meanwhile, in The Kingdom, Absolute Tartarus reawakes Gina Spectre.
The captain of the BOURGOGNE and Professor Yefimov stood in one of the conference rooms of the headquarters of ASTROCOHORS CLUB. Both wore the prescribed mouth and nose protection and kept their distance. The mood was a bit depressed.
“We have good prospects, I would like to say,” said Yefimov. “But we still have a lot of work to do. What happened to the HIGH HAND 13th Fleet?”
“They have retreated to the edge of the solar system,” replied Captain Haddock. “So we are still cut off from the galaxy. I will restructure my team and then we will look for ways to break the blockade.”
Yefimov nodded. “I’m sorry to have to decimate your crew, but we also need staff here at headquarters,” he said.
“It’s a sad thing,” said Haddock. “But it was only a matter of time. You see, many of the people who work on board the BOURGOGNE were already here under my predecessor. We were actually just waiting for something to change. That seems to have happened now. “
“I hope you don’t hold it against me.”
“No, as I said, it was a matter of time. And with special challenges awaiting us, renewal is perhaps more important than ever for the ship’s crews too.” Haddock looked directly at Yefimov. “Take good care of my people,” he said then. “They are good people. They do an excellent job.”
“Definitely,” Yefimov confirmed. He raised his hand. “Since we still have to keep our distance due to the pandemic, I do not shake hands,” he added. “But rest assured, it would have been a particularly warm handshake.”
“Thank you,” said Haddock. “I appreciate that. Good-bye, maybe we’ll see each other again.”
“Good luck for the future.”
With that, Haddock left the room. He went to his shuttle that would take him back to the BOURGOGNE. Yefimov stood alone for a while and thought. Then he set to work on the tasks that awaited him and his people.
“Professor! Professor!”
Fulmen sounded excited. Not excited about the situation, but because something else, unpleasant, had happened. Professor Yefimov averted his eyes from the screen and turned to his young associate.
“What’s going on? Don’t we even have a small ceremony?”
“Scurra … his henchmen … it’s not over yet!”
Yefimov sighed. That was expectable. Of course, Scurra’s supporters would still cause problems. But actually these problems were now outside the scope of ASTROCOHORS CLUB.
“What happened?” The professor wanted to know.
“Scurra must …” Fulmen Grancolline stuttered. “He must … he must have owned one of the icosahedra!”
“WHAT?” Yefimov turned around. He saw that Fulmen was holding a pad in his hand. He suspected there was a note on it, so he snatched it from his hand. “One of the twenty icosahedra? The artifacts that …”
He started to read. Fulmen said: “It’s about Oberon and the battle zone. He had the icosahedron of the Cita Nalur activated. Then the battle zone of Oberon …”
“… moved to Earth, of course it did …” Yefimov muttered. “Scurra doesn’t care now. He lost anyway, so he can set the worlds on fire too.”
“So we now have a new island in the Pacific,” added Grancolline. “Her name is Cita Nalur and it includes areas A, H and D, as well as PU.”
“Can we get to this island?”
“Not according to the reports. We know that the icosahedra have great power. Cita Nalur is surrounded by a kind of force field.”
“And inside there live people who will henceforth be condemned to wage a kind of eternal fight against the enemy.”
“The enemy?” Asked Fulmen. “What kind of opponent?”
“It has to do with the history of the icosahedron,” explained Yefimov. “The icosahedron have a personality of their own. If you activate an icosahedron, you release this personality. The way I see it, there are several different zones on this new island.”
“Cita Nalur!”
“Cita Nalur, exactly. The zones are separated from each other and exist side by side. And something is happening there.”
“Is there anything we can do, Professor?”
“We can only try to get to Cita Nalur. But I can’t tell you how to do that. Do we know where Scurra got the icosahedron from?”
“No, unfortunately not.”
“Then maybe that’s the first thing we should find out.”
This is not how Professor Yefimov imagined the new beginning. And for those trapped in Cita Nalur, something new started too.
“Then let’s see what happens next,” said Professor Ostap Yefimov. “Normally this is not the right place. But we’ll make an exception.”
Per Aspera Ad Astra
The early light is breaking The morning sun is waiting in the sky And I think I'm gonna break away And follow where the birds of freedom fly I need to give, I need to live For the world is slowly turning And the lights of love are burning in my eyes Caravans, oh my soul is on the run Overland, I am flying Caravans moving out into the sun Oh I don't know where I'm going But I'm going - Mike Batt: "Caravan Song"
Actually there are no ages. An “era” is always something someone has come up with. The universe didn’t really care what any individuals thought of the passage of time, especially when those individuals lived on a small, blue-green planet in third orbit around a yellow sun. Moreover, what these individuals called the “era” was no more than the blink of an eye to the universe. It also made no difference whether there were revolutions on this planet, people were killed or oppressed, or whether these people destroyed their own living space in an insane manner. The universe didn’t care. In fact, the universe didn’t give a shit. A scienctist named Murelov once said it and since then this quote was known as “the law of Murelov”.
But the people who inhabited the small, blue-green planet cared about it. At least most of them. Admiral McCloud stood in front of the image of the earth in his office. He liked it. It was a picture taken by NASA to show the beauty of the planet. In the dark hours he stood in front of the picture and looked at it. Because in the dark hours he felt how he didn’t care. The whole lousy filthy planet. And all of damn humanity. Do you want dictatorships? Then erect it and leave me alone! Do you want to destroy the environment out of greed? You don’t care about the climate crisis because climate protection stands in the way of your profit? Then please, go to hell with your fucking planet! Yes, McCloud just wanted to give up in those dark hours. Doesn’t make sense anymore. Doesn’t do anything.
Then he looked at the picture of the small, blue-green planet and thought of all the people who stood up for others. Who oppose the criminals, the gullies, the corrupt and the depraved. Just at the moment when McCloud was standing in front of this picture, children and young people around the world were protesting for better environmental protection. There were people who stood up against dictatorships, even if it meant being arrested, beaten or even killed. If others did that and had little chance of anything changing in the near future, why should he give up?
Yes, that day an era came to an end. The end had been particularly dark again, for the earth and for other planets. But with the death of the night, the day came. And maybe the new sunrise would light the way to a better future. The chances weren’t bad, at least better than in recent years. And McCloud remembered that Seneca saying: Per aspera ad astra. Through trouble to the stars. Didn’t Yefimov say the phrase in a conversation today? Yes, and he got it from his new colleague, Kaluwa Effiong. What a fitting sentence.
I’ve seen fire. The new era may now come.
Now they were all together at last. At least virtually. Ostap Yefimov was in the headquarters of ASTROCOHORS CLUB, the others all spread across the Earth. But right now, because of the pandemic, it wasn’t a good idea to have too many people in one room anyway. They could all be seen on the big screen in Yefimov’s room. And Yefimov had the satisfaction of addressing them all by name.
“Fulmen Grancolline, Zomm Arrghl, Dozon Rasun, Soraya Mahdar, Nat Anders, Victor Araujo Sousa and last but not least Kaluwa Effiong.”
Yes, they were all there.
“You all have already been informed,” Yefimov continued. “The Admiralty has decided to use the moment to redesign ASTROCOHORS CLUB. I particularly like the ideas that are to be implemented. ASTROCOHORS CLUB will be responsible for the whole Earth and we are the group that the Earthlings to teach the diversity of life. “
“It is a shame,” said Mahdar, “that the Earthlings apparently cannot do this by themselves.”
“That is not entirely correct,” contradicted Zomm Arrghl, “there are very many who can very well. But in recent years a certain hostility towards science has gained the upper hand. We have to fight back now. Just think about this terrible thing with the BREXIT. How can you lie to people about the consequences of something that is so grave? “
“Something like that is alien to your species, Zomm,” interjected Fulmen. “That’s exactly why we should work on it.”
“BREXIT is a good keyword,” said Yefimov. “We are going to introduce another department, and it may not have been the last department. But strictly speaking, it is not a department. It is more a collection. We are bringing European employees together under one banner. However, they mainly stay in their respective departments Departments. I think we will introduce such a concept for other regions as well. “
“Do you think we should put some experts in a regional collection as well as in the departments?” Asked Kaluwa.
“Exactly that,” Yefimov replied. “I have something similar in mind for your African department, but that is going too far. We have enough work to do to bring everything together so far. We are literally at the end of an age and a new one begins. Let’s hope we get out of the darkness come to light.”
“Per Aspera Ad Astre,” said Kaluwa.
“Yes,” said Yefimov. “That’s a good motto for what we want to start. And then we’ll start right away. Because time is short. As for the European collection, I took the liberty of inviting another expert to join us. At the moment we are talking, Stance Necoora is on his way to Strasbourg to secure our contacts with European politics. And then we have to see what happens next on earth, also with regard to the USA.”
