Hmmm, perhaps I can come in through the garbage chute on the Lower wing. Wait...what? Thats absurd that I would do something so low, and its absurd that such an idea would go through my head. Like Swift would leave himself THAT open to attack. If I really wanted to...I bet I could teleport on board...but thats just getting old. I need something dramatic, with pizzaz...and pizza....no, just pizzaz. Hmmm. I wonder.......YES!!! ITS JUST INSANE ENOUGH TO WORK!!!!
And with that final thought, Skull knew what he had to do. All six of his new metallic arms began to wave around in a circular motion. In a low tone, he began to chant the ancient Necrophyle hyme of summoning.
"Ohm nionctwos. Ohm nionctwos. Shayo tonna, shayo crea. Ohm nionctwos. Ohm nionctwos."
A rip in time and space opened up. A quick pale white flicker and a loud bang soon after revieled a huge red cyrstal, hovering silently in space. Its crimson sides reflecting the now distant rays of the sun. In its core, pulsed a dark sphere. Its contents unknown...the crystal just floated, silently, watching, waiting.
"Now is the time to repent Swift. This being will be your destruction!"
There issued from inside the crystal, a loud mettalic cry, followed by the sound of two large swords, clanging against each other. What could be inside that crystal, and what was Skull up to?
"Heh heh...ATTACK!!!"