An Enemy Resurrected
by E. Grimes
The Impossibles are (c) 1966 by Hanna-Barbera. Original story (c) 1981 by E. Grimes and inspired
by D.W. Curtis; Edited version © 2012 by E. Grimes
A Monster Evoked
Deep through the black unknown of outer space soared a massive craft. Its destination, the third
planet from the sun: the Earth.
The vessel finally landed on a thick glacier near the southeastern coast of Greenland, and out
stepped a small man in a dark purple outfit with silver helmet and boots. Glancing around with
sharp and reptilian eyes that held a definite purpose, he walked slowly until he had reached a
distance of a few yards. Suddenly, he retrieved a small, remote-like device, then and aimed it at the huge ship.
Immediately, the craft heaved backward and practically bored itself through the glacier until it was completely out of sight. Moments later, there was a furious churning of icy seawater and a deafening roar; as the alien visitor watched solemnly, a gigantic metal creature rose from the freezing depths.
It was a grotesque thing that stood 50 feet high with a cylindrical body and mushroom-shaped head; two long arms with mechanical hands paired two other arms bearing clawed hands, and two snake-like eyes glared madly above a cruelly sneering mouth.
The hideous creature now stood glaring down at the tiny alien that had brought it to life.
“You are now awakened, Voltron," the alien said proudly, "and ready now for the task you have waited so long to fulfill: your vengeance on the three Impossibles!
"Not long ago, my master—and your inventor--a brilliant scientist named Intellectron, left our mother planet and tried to conquer Earth; but those three young upstarts did not allow it! Several times did Intellectron try to bring the Earth to its knees, and several times did the Impossibles defeat him…until he and I both were finally exiled to the planet Jupiter, and it was those three that helped send us there!
"From then on, my master was never the same again. There were no other people on that accursed planet, only horrible monsters! Intellectron hardly ate or slept at all…he spent his last days brooding over his fate, and ranting of his hatred for Coil Man, Multi Man, and Fluid Man!
"Although my master was in the prime of his life, he died a few months later on that desolate planet. He died of a broken heart at his exile, and of the bitter rage he held toward our three enemies! Yet, even as Intellectron lay on his deathbed, he passed onto me, Dekatron, the plans to build you!
“After my master breathed his last, I installed his genius brain and a mechanical brain within your great skull, as my master had requested. And now through you, Voltron, Intellectron shall live again...and therefore conquer the Earth!"
That being said, Dekatron activated a jet pack hidden within his outfit, and soared back into space.
It was not long afterwards that the three singing Impossibles were finishing a concert in their home city of Megatropolis. Big D, their chief, had informed them beforehand that unknown cosmic activity had been detected around the North Atlantic Ocean; since nothing definite had been reported yet, he advised the trio to go on with their concert but to be prepared for any call to action. They had barely played their last note when the receiver on Coil Man's guitar beeped frantically.
"Attention, Impossibles: RED ALERT!" Big D said sternly. "A gigantic robot has been sighted in New York City; this very moment, it's standing beside the Empire State Building and attempting to destroy it! They are trying to evacuate any people inside the building, but needless to say that monster is complicating things."
"Holy Cataclysm! We're right on it, Chief!" declared Coily.
Ever ready to pursue a criminal, the singers rushed off to their Impossimobile and became what they really were: the Impossibles, valiant crusaders for justice!
Converting their car to Impossi-jet, they immediately sped off to New York City, where they found the aforementioned giant robot smashing the windows of the Empire State Building and shaking it like a pinball machine. Luckily, all the terrified occupants of the skyscraper had finally been evacuated, with only a few minor injuries. At the three heroes cry of "Rally-ho!" the robot turned to face his opponents and gave an angry roar.
"Let me at him, guys," Fluid Man said confidently. "I'll rust him up into scrap iron!
"Rally-ho-HO!" he yelled, as he converted to his liquid form and rushed at the metal monster. To the hero's surprise, it only stood calmly as he splashed in and out of its metal joints. But to Fluey's even greater surprise, the robot turned out to be completely rustproof.
"Sufferin' R.P.M.!" the young hero exclaimed with dismay. "That never happened before!"
"Don't worry, Fluey," Coil Man said as he sprung up at the robot. "I'll take care of that hunk of junk!" But hardly had he said this when his would-be target activated two jets from its base and sped up out of Coily's path, and the stout hero found himself soaring through empty air.
"Whoaaaaah!!!" he yelled, putting his hands out to protect himself as he crashed to the sidewalk, his coils the only thing keeping him from becoming "street pizza". As Coily lay there
dazed, with Fluey coming over to check on him, this was the moment for Multi Man to spring into
"Rally-ho!"he shouted as he duplicated himself. "Now try to jump out of myway, you over-grown trash can!"
This time, the robot found itself being held down by a whole platoon of duplicate Multi Men, and
under attack by the originalMulti Man. Joined by several more of his copies, he flung himself at the robot and hit it hard in the face with his shield—and instantly regretted thatmove.
"YEEOWWWWWWWWWTCH!" Multi howled as he grabbed his hand and dropped to the ground. The monster raised one of its arms and swatted away Multi's images as if they were flies, and then quickly shot up and away. Meanwhile, Fluey and Coily went over to their friend, who was sitting up
on the pavement clenching his teeth and holding his sore hand.
"It isn't broken, we hope?" Fluey asked, as Coily gave Multi's injury a quick once-over.
"Not exactly," Multi answered tensely. "But I'm really gonna feel that tomorrow. Meanwhile, that wretched robot has escaped!"
"We'll catch up to him, Multi," Coily said. "But maybe you'd better go to the doctor and have that
Multi shook his head. "No. I'll be fine," he answered firmly. "Let's get that flying junk-heap, guys!"
"You're really stubborn, you know that?" Coily said with a smile as they hopped into their vehicle and sped off. Multi could make no argument to that.
"But how could I have been so stupid?" he sighed in disgust.
"Don't be hard on yourself, buddy. We were all taking the same chance," Fluey assured him.
"Can you believe this, guys?" Coily remarked. "There's that big jerk right up ahead…and it's not even trying to get away!"
He pointed to where the robot stood hovering several feet away, staring coldly at the heroes and indeed making no attempt to escape.
"It's like…that thing is waiting for us," Multi observed.
Fluey stared hard at the metal monstrosity. "And it probably is. That can't be a good thing.”
"I've got the same feeling, guys," Coily said darkly.
Multi shook his head. "That robot's just full of surprises, isn't it?"
"Yeah, man," Fluey replied, "and not the fun kind, either!"
As the Impossibles would soon discover, their adversary held other and even more unpleasant
surprises for the three of them.
The teen heroes followed the robot clear across the Atlantic Ocean until they reached the southeast part of Greenland, where stood what appeared to be a gigantic fortress. On the metal monster's approach, the roof of the fortress slid open, allowing the robot to land inside of the building. By the time the trio had reached the fortress, the roof had quickly closed up again, so Coily had to land the Impossimobile just outside of the building. They looked hard at the fortress, then at each other.
"Well, guys," Coily sighed, "let's find an opening somewhere, and go get that ugly thing."
"Let's hope that's easier done than said," added Fluey. “Though somehow I don't think so."
"Whatever happens, fellas," concluded Multi, "we've got a job to do."
"Okay then…let's rock and roll!" Coily declared as they went up to the fortress and searched
around it for an entrance.
"That's gotta be the door," Fluey said as he pointed to a large panel on the side. "I'll just do my thing and let you fellas in." He started to convert to his fluid form and go under the door. “Rally-ho—HUH??!”
The panel slid open before any of them could make a move, then suddenly a ramp hidden in the icy terrain raised up under the boys' feet, and the Impossibles found themselves simply dumped into the building like the morning's mail. As soon as the heroes were inside, the panel slammed down with an ominous thud.
Now, there was no turning back.
"Come in my young friends---come in!!!" thundered a deep and menacing voice. The three looked up to find the metallic monster towering over them, with the kind of expression a mouse might see on a cat—before it got eaten, that is.
"Oh man," declared Fluey, "I've got a feeling we're not being invited in for milk and cookies!"
"I don't think I could eat them even if we were," Coily added uneasily.
Multi stared hard at the robot, as if recalling something. "Fellas…there's something familiar about that voice...”
“Do you think so, Multi Man?!” he robot said mockingly. “And familiar it SHOULD be! I am now called Voltron—but once, I was INTELLECTRON!!”
A roar of evil laughter echoed through the building as the three young heroes gaped in surprise and horror.
"But…but how could that be?" stammered Fluey. "You were exiled to Jupiter, and we'd heard that you…"
“Died? That is correct, you arrogant young pup!” sneered Voltron.
"Hey, watch your mouth, man!" the dark-haired teen snapped.
"Uh, Fluey…you realize you're arguing with a dead guy, don't you?" Coily muttered. Fluey didn't look like he cared very much.
"How could you be here...a robot...and alive??” Multi questioned.
“The OLD Intellectron is dead, of course. You three sent him to Jupiter to die!! But my faithful apprentice, Dekatron, built this great metal frame during my final days on that planet. After my death, he transplanted my brain inside of this vast skull with a mechanical brain even more intelligent than my own...and now you see me in my new incarnation!
“And it is therefore, Impossibles, that I—VOLTRON—will finally have my revenge on you three teenage brats!!”
The robot's vicious laughter rang out again as the heroes cast apprehensive glances at each other, then up at the more powerful and far more ruthless form of their old enemy—from whom they now expected an immediate and terrible retribution.
End Chapter I