On the highest peak in Crystal Valley, Dingo Egret sat in Metal-Mission near his hangar, planning his next move. Suddenly the ground began to shake beneath his feet and the valley was rocked by a massive explosion. Dingo looked up and saw that the hangar next to his was no more than burning rubble, and in its place stood Sandrock Custom, holding Durandel in one hand and Exeter in the other. A com link opened and on the other end was Keenan. “Dingo,” he said, “I’ve come to see if you would…re-consider my offer on your Quazar Ion Generator.”

Dingo cocked his head to one side as if thinking and said, “Well Keenan, I would, but there’s a small problem. I don’t think that my friends here would appreciate me giving up the generator they’ve worked so hard to guard.” Dingo’s Tauruses stepped out of the building behind him and strode to his side.

“What a coincidence,” said Keenan, “my friends don’t seem to appreciate paying, or, for that matter, doing much of anything in a non-violent manner.” Keenan’s Virgos lept off of the roof of the building next to him and moved to opposite sides of Sandrock Custom.

“Well then,” said Dingo, “I guess we’ll have to settle this the old fashioned way.” Responding to an unseen signal, Dingo’s Tauruses drew their beam swords and lept at Sandrock Custom, only to be stopped by cover fire from the Virgos’s beam cannons.

Dingo activated his Black Hole Wings and flew at Sandrock Custom, wielding his Twin Beam Trident. Keenan fired a blast from Exeter at Metal-Mission, but Dingo’s Black Hole Wings closed around the mighty mobile suit and it vanished. Keenan looked around, but saw nothing except one of his Virgos destroy the Taurus it was battling with a lucky shot. Suddenly Dingo re-appeared above Sandrock Custom wielding his Quazar Rail Gun. He fired a massive blast from it that could only be the legendary Photon Explosion, but the same Virgo Keenan had seen destroy the Taurus lept in front of the blast. The mobile doll was blown to bits and the shockwave that followed knocked Metal-Mission out of the air. Before Dingo’s hangar would have been crushed, Keenan lept up in Sandrock Custom and tackled Metal-Mission in mid-air, knocking him safely out of the way.

“You fool!” Keenan screamed, “Do NOT harm that generator!” Dingo twisted around in Metal-Mission and kicked Sandrock Custom squarely in the chest, sending it flying back into another hangar. Keenan managed to struggle to his feet only to be bowled over by a massive barrage of mini-missiles. Before Keenan could rise to his feet, Dingo drew Ragnorak and shoved it through the cockpit of Sandrock Custom.

“And that,” said Dingo, “takes care of that. Now to clean up whatever’s left of that other Virgo.” Suddenly the tip of Durandel emerged from Metal-Mission’s chest. Keenan pulled the mighty sword out and stabbed again and again, the blade trailing energy, until Metal-Mission collapsed.

“Dingo,” Keenan said, “your aim is terrible. You managed to decimate my cockpit without touching a single hair on my head. Now you’ll see the might of the ultimate weapon!” He lept to the roof of the largest hangar and drew his Angel Cannons. “Ying…” the Good Angel Cannon began to glow with a white light from within, “Yang…” the Evil Angel Cannon seemed to draw in as much light, if not more, than its good counterpart, “Explosion!” he cried. The Good Angel Cannon unleashed a torrent of blazing white energy while the Evil Angel Cannon loosed a blast so dark it seemed to draw in the light of the sun itself. The blasts twined around each other and shot up at the sun.

“Taurus,” Dingo wheezed, “destroy the generator and get as far away from here as you can.” The Taurus beeped in compliance and launched itself at the hangar, only to be caught by Keenan’s remaining Virgo. The Virgo dragged them both into the path of the apocolyptic blast plummeting towards Dingo. The mobile dolls didn’t even make an impact on the behemoth blast, they simply dissolved. The blast plowed into the fallen Metal-Mission and continued on deep into the crystal that made up the valley. Keenan walked up to the crater and threw in five dollars through the hole where Ragnorak had pierced the cockpit.

“Payment has been delivered,” said Keenan, “so I believe that this wonderful generator now belongs to me.” Keenan got out of the battlescarred Sandrock Custom and headed towards the last remaining building in the entire complex, Dingo’s lonely hangar, to collect his well deserved reward.