Adagio woke up that morning with an evil smile, an evil plan, and a very evil cramping feeling in her lower torso.
"Business can wait," she said, rolling out of bed and slipping on her horrible, horrible glam-rock-rip-off clothes. "Aria! Sonata!"
"Down here!" called Sonata. "There's bacon!"
Adagio walked downstairs to find Aria and Sonata stuffing themselves with bacon. "I never liked pigs until now," said Aria. "Strange how food changes you, huh?"
"Wha--why--I don't--screw it." Adagio sat down and grabbed some bacon. "So, here's the plan."
"Does it involve taking the airship, flying it to Sunset's house, and opening fire?" asked Aria.
"No," replied Adagio. "The plan is this. Step one; we fix up the airship. Step two; we fly it to Sunset's house. Step three, and this is the brilliant part; we open fire on her house! It's genius!"
"Yeah, that is a lot better than my plan," said Aria. "Sonata, gimme more bacon."
"Yeah! Sure!" Sonata walked into the kitchen to get more bacon, where Featherweight was just walking in.
"Hot girl...in my house...wait, how did you get in here?"
"You really should lock your windows," shouted Aria from the other room. "Also, you're out of milk, and I might've buried your dog. Um...by accident."
After a rousing breakfast and a loud fight with Featherweight's older brother, the Dazzlings were ready to head off to the airship.
"This time, I packed bug spray," said Aria. "Anyone want some?"
"I'm good," said Adagio. "Just keep quiet and follow me. We don't want to attract too much attention."
After a fifteen minute hike through the woods, the Dazzlings arrived to find the ship's auto-repair had worked; it sat in the clearing looking brand-new. "Well, that makes things easy," said Adagio. "Now, Aria. You know how to drive, right? Drive that thing to Sunset's house."
"Yeah, whatever..." They boarded the ship, started it up, and prepared to exact their plan for revenge.
Far away, in Space, the swamp planet of Droewei was just receiving news of the Mikah-Hakim's disappearence, at about the same time a Resistance ship had crashed on the same planet the Mikah were supposed to be on.
And, as with all news, the mega-corporations were the first to hear.
"Earth," said the catlike alien creature. "A planet of primitive life-forms, pollution, and salt water. Of those three, salt is the only thing we desire."
"What does that have to do with anything?" asked an employee.
A sliver of oily black rubber-like substance shot out from the darkness behind the first speaker, impaling the employee and quickly draining his juices.
"Any other questions?"
Dead silence.
"Good. As I was saying, Earth is rich in salt. Unfortunately, under galactic law 409-908-992, we cannot invade or mine there. However, now that two major forces are involved, it is possible for us to strike."
He tapped his foot, and a screen descended from the ceiling.
"The Great Race," he said. "An event in which 64 chosen champions compete for an ultimate prize; in this case, Earth."
"But isn't that event dangerous?" asked another employee. "I don't think we should risk attracting the attention of--urk!"
Impaled.
"This corporation is too powerful for the law to shut down," said the alien CEO, pacing around. "Make sure Earth is one of the 64. We must crush them if we are to take their planet legally. We'll rig the brackets so that Earth has to face all the toughest racers straight off, before they get any practice."
He stroked the short fur covering his body.
"And, also, make sure to add Ketone Corps as a racer. Any champion from Droewei would do, but I want to crush them personally."
"Will do, Ketone," said an employee.