Narrator: Last time on Star Prince and the Defenders of Everything! The evil Dark Heart unleashed his Entropicons to begin the Great Unraveling. But the Star Prince, Tackleton Angelsmythe, and his stellar team stood united! Now… a ghost fleet appears… and echoes from Tackleton’s forgotten past awaken in the stars!




Episode 2: “Echoes of the Forgotten Stars”

The Stellar Express soared in silence past the asteroid-torn remains of ancient cruisers and forgotten flagships. All around them, broken ships hovered.

Tackleton Angelsmythe stood at the observation deck, cloak gently fluttering, eyes narrowed as they passed a ship labeled Celestial Order No. 93. He said nothing, but clenched his fist tightly.

A tall, broad-shouldered man stood to his right—his bodyguard, clad in black, hair slicked back, sunglasses somehow still worn in deep space. This was Blaze Dominion.

Blaze: You keep starin’ at the wrecks like you expect them to move, Prince.

Tackleton: They’re not just ships. They’re graves. And someone’s been disturbing them."

Blaze: Then we better be ready to punch a ghost I guess.

On the lower deck, Magnum PT performed bicep curls with a gravity-dumbbell that glowed like a sun fragment. He wore a tropical shirt and smiled through his thick mustache.

Magnum PT: So, lemme get this straight. Haunted ships. Evil wizard. Some kinda star sword. And I, a championship-caliber wrestler from Earth, am somehow the most normal guy here?

Comet: Yes PT, we don't know how you ended up here either, but we're glad to have you on the team. 

Magnum PT: I just wonder if my crew even noticed that I'm gone.

The Stellar Express touched down on a derelict battleship known as the Astral Regalia, now floating without purpose. The team split up, entering through a torn docking bay.

Lunara Spark, Marina Virelle, and Zirca Volt activated light spheres as they crept through dark corridors.

Zirca: I don’t like quiet that doesn’t echo.

Marina: This ship’s clock is frozen… but its core is still beating.

Meanwhile, Ignis Vesta and Blaze Dominion stood at the old bridge, where holographic controls blinked to life on their own. A voice whispered in the static.

Ghost Voice:…Tackleton… if you hear this… the Regalia… was only the first…”

Blaze: Someone’s leaving us haunted voicemails.

Back in the hangar, Tackleton, Magnum PT, Prism Nova, and Comet discovered a locked chamber. As they pried it open with the Cosmic Sword, the chamber lit up with a starlight recording.

It was a message… from Tackleton’s father, Captain Alaric Angelsmythe.

Alaric: If you're seeing this… then my mission failed. The Timeflare War fractured the stars. And now, Dark Heart seeks the Chrono Sigil. You must not let him find the Heart Engine buried within Regalia’s core—

The recording cut off. The lights dimmed.

Magnum PT: Now I have no idea what's going on, but that sounds ominous. 

Tackleton Angelsmythe: Father. You went missing all those years ago, to try and save the universe. The battle between the Celestials and the Inferals at the core of time itself. A war that reshaped reality. You were a hero to me. You still are. I try to uphole your legacy. Always. We need to find the Chrono Sigil before Dark Heart. I surmise that is what he's looking for. 

Alarms began blaring. A mist seeped into the corridors. The lights flickered red, then purple. Suddenly, ghosts emerged from the shadows—corrupted echoes of fallen star captains, drifting in broken armor.

Lunara: They’re trapped memories!

Prism Nova: Let’s help them forget!

The Defenders sprang into action. Zirca slammed the floor with a thunder stomp, cracking hull panels. Ignis unleashed a twin-flame spin, clearing three ghosts in one burst. Marina froze a corridor, slowing the advance.

Blaze Dominion calmly removed his shades, cracked his knuckles, and launched himself into the fray with explosive punches, his fists glowing with kinetic star-energy.

Comet: Try not to puncture the hull! I don't have to breathe, but you do!

Magnum PT: I’ve wrestled angry luchadors. But this? This is new!

Tackleton confronted the largest ghost—an echo of his father.

Tackleton: You’re not real. You’re fear wearing my family’s face.

He slashed once with the Cosmic Sword, and the echo dissolved, releasing a golden key.

They reached the Heart Engine, a crystalline core glowing with starstuff. The key unlocked a star-map showing all of Dark Heart’s known rift breaches across the galaxy—and an ancient symbol: the Chrono Sigil.

Lunara: The Sigil… It’s not just power—it’s a doorway, to unmaking the result of the war. And Dark Heart wants it open.

Comet's tail began to glow. 

Comet: And apparently, I’m the keychain. I’m synced to the system.

Blaze: You good, kitty?"

Comet: More than good. I just hacked the entire graveyard. Let’s fly.

The crew fled as the Regalia began to collapse. Magnum PT lifted a fallen beam with one hand while Prism Nova guided the way with rainbow-light arrows.

Onboard the Stellar Express, the crew watched the Regalia implode into a stardust spiral.

Tackleton: Goodbye, Father… and thank you.

Nihilus Fang

Dark Heart hovered above a ritual circle, casting his dark vision through the cosmos.

Dark Heart: So… the boy found the Regalia. Then the next piece lies… on the Moon of Mirrors.

He snapped his fingers.

Behind him stood a tall, jagged reflection of Tackleton himself—twisted and sneering.

Dark Heart: And now… we send his better self.

Stellar Express

The team gathered in the lounge—bruised, victorious, and ready for the next cosmic twist.

Zirca Volt: Okay, but seriously—next time we visit a haunted graveyard, count me out.

Ignis Vesta: You're not afraid of ghosts are you? 

Prism Nova: Well, I dazzled a few into existential crisis. That counts as a win.

Magnum PT: Let’s just admit the real MVP was me—because I dropped a piledriver on a poltergeist. And folks? That’s just good interstellar technique.

Marina Virelle: Physics disagrees.

Lunara Spark: Oh! That reminds me—Comet, when your tail lit up mid-battle… were you just showing off or—?

Comet: I’m not just adorable, I’m a tactical marvel, thank you.

Everyone laughed at once—

ALL: HAHAHAHAHAHA!




Tackleton: So… haunted armada, time ghosts, secret dad messages, exploding memory ship. That was a pretty light day for us. What do you think we’re walking into next time?

Comet: Well, the computer says our next stop is the Moon of Mirrors.

Tackleton: Right. A place where everyone sees their darkest reflection. Sounds like fun. See you next time, star lights!

Comet: Same cosmic time, same cosmic channel!

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Narrator: The Defenders traveled to the Moon of Mirrors and came face to face with their darkest selves! Prism Nova turned the lights out on her shadow! Magnum PT slammed his way to victory in a lunar wrestling ring! And Tackleton? He shattered a mirror of guilt and chose to stand tall as the Prince of the Stars! But now… they’ll need more than heart to survive their next challenge—because the dance floor is a battlefield… and danger spins to the rhythm!




Episode 4: “Boogie Down, Breakout!”

Club Nebulon

A spiraling metropolis of sound and color spun slowly in space. Floating bars and glittering asteroid discos orbited the dark gas giant Nebulon Prime. At the center of it all: Club Nebulon, a massive satellite nightclub pulsating with bass you could feel in your bones.

The Stellar Express docked with the neon-lit structure.

Inside the airlock, the Defenders stepped into a blast of dazzling color, pounding bass, and a fog machine that smelled like citrus.

Comet: This place is 87% bad idea and 13% genius. I’m here for it.

Magnum PT: I want to know how you came up with those percentages. 

Tackleton: Stay sharp. We’re here for intel. The next Chrono Key may already be in the hands of bounty brokers. We can’t let Dark Heart get ahead of us.

Prism Nova snapped her fingers, her outfit morphing into disco-glam mode.

Prism Nova Let’s blend in. Or at least outshine.

Magnum PT stripped to a rhinestone-lined tank top.

Magnum PT: I was born for this.

A swirl of alien species danced in waves of light. Floating drink spheres bobbed between tables. Suspended platforms hosted private VIPs. A jazz quartet played from within a bubble.

Zirca Volt, Blaze Dominion, and Marina Virelle fanned out into the crowd, searching for contacts.

Lunara Spark pointed toward the back of the room.

Lunara: There’s a cipher booth in the Shadow Lounge. Could be our way in.

Tackleton, Comet, and Lunara slipped into a booth behind hanging strands of synth-glass beads.

A hooded informant slid a datapad across the table.

Informant: You’re looking for a key that doesn’t open doors… it unlocks time. Problem is… someone else is asking about it too.

Suddenly, the wall behind them exploded in refracted light.

A figure strolled through the haze, framed by the DJ’s spotlight, coat trailing behind him, boots clicking to the beat.

He had white hair, a sharp smile, and a glowing monocle over one eye.



???: Well, well… what a coincidence.

Comet: Who the fuzzball is this disco Dracula?”

???: The name… is Velvette Rex. Professional antagonist, connoisseur of chaos, and former frontman of The Timewreckers.

Tackleton: Step aside. We’re not here to party.

Velvette Rex: Oh, but I am. And I never leave a party… without crashing it.

With a snap of his fingers, the room shifted. A Mirrorball Core rose from the ceiling, emitting distortion pulses.

Suddenly, bounty hunters and corrupted clubgoers began to change—warping into glassy, angular versions of themselves.

Velvette Rex: Dance with your demons, Defenders. The tempo is set. The rhythm… is WAR.

The dance floor folded upward into battleground platforms. Lights strobed to an erratic beat as chaos broke out. The Defenders fought in teams.

Zirca and Blae were cut off by two hulking techno-thugs pulsed with subwoofer energy. Each stomp sent shockwaves across the floor.

Zirca: Finally! A dance battle that involves actual battling!

She launched a flying clothesline as Blaze slid under a sonic kick, grabbing one bruiser’s leg and slamming him into the bar.

Blaze: That one was for overcharging my tab.

Zirca spun into a chain lightning roundhouse, knocking both enemies into the VIP wall.

Prism Nova & Marina faced a squad of glamorized rhythm zombies who surrounded them, their movements mesmerizing.

Prism Nova: They want to hypnotize us?

Marina: Let’s return the favor.

Nova twirled into a Flashflare Waltz, while Marina dispersed chilling mist with each palm strike. The zombies froze—literally—then exploded into harmless glitter.

Magnum PT faced the Disco Tactician, a rival wrestler in glowing platform boots struck a pose from across the floor.

Disco Tactician: Only one of us gets the title belt tonight, baby.

Magnum PT: Then you better stretch—because I suplex with style.

They clashed midair, each move accompanied by dance flourishes and flexing taunts. PT finished it with a dropkick, launching his rival through a mirrored table.

Velvette Rex raised an eyebrow as Comet approached him.

Velvette Rex: And you… tiny fuzzball. Think you’ve got moves?

Comet: I invented them.

Comet activated his tail boost, spinning into a breakdance attack, scattering the corrupted clubgoers in a flurry of tail slaps and laser zaps.

Comet: Recognize.

Atop the DJ booth, Tackleton leapt to face Velvette Rex. The villain summoned a baton-shaped sword that spun like a vinyl.

Velvette Rex: I don’t fight fair. I fight fabulous.

Tackleton: And I fight for everything.

The two clashed above the speakers, their blades sparking with each beat drop. Tackleton slid across a record disc, vaulting over Rex’s sweeping arc.

Rex activated his Mirrorball Core—distorting time mid-swing.

Velvette Rex: Can you keep up when every beat is off tempo?"

Tackleton: Then I’ll change the rhythm!

He jammed his sword into the booth's power node, channeling a Cosmic Dawn Slash that shattered the Mirrorball Core and sent Velvette flying into the fog.

Club Nebulon returned to normal, its inhabitants dazed but safe. The informant reappeared, now grateful.

Informant: You’ve made enemies. But also allies. The next key… lies within the Cosmic Reef. And it moves with the tides of time and gravity. Highly unstable.

Comet: Sounds great. Can't wait.

Tackleton: Velvette Rex. It seems our search for the Chrono Keys is going to get more complicated. 

Magnum PT: Okay but seriously, did anyone see me do the triple moonsault?

Prism Nova: We blinked. You’ll have to do it again.

Comet: Please don’t.

ALL: Hahahahahaha!

FREEZE FRAME!




Comet: Ooh, the Cosmic Reef. Sparkly, mysterious, and full of cat-eating sea monsters. Should be relaxing.

Lunara: Something about it feels... ancient. Like it’s been waiting for us.

Comet: Aw, look at you. Getting all poetic. Is this because the Star Prince might need to keep you close?

Lunara: Wh-what?!"

Comet: Come on, it’s obvious. You’ve got a cosmic crush on our hero.

Lunara: I do not! He just—! I respect him! And his... cosmic posture!

Comet: Yep. It’s terminal. Star-fever. No known cure. Except maybe smooching.

Lunara: SHUT UP!

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Narrator: Last time on Star Prince and the Defenders of Everything! The team plunged into the mysterious Cosmic Reef, where they battled haunted memories and the tyrannical Sturgeon General! Blaze Dominion faced a painful past… Comet proved he’s not seafood… and the Star Prince claimed the third Chrono Key! But victory has a cost… and time… always collects.




Episode 6: “The Labyrinth of Glass”

The Stellar Express – En route to the Labyrinth

The ship soared past a broken asteroid belt. Among the drifting ruins, a shimmering crystalline sphere hovered—transparent, refracting stars like prisms.

Tackleton stood at the window, examining a pulse from the Chrono Key before returning it to Comet, who was now carrying three of the keys. 

Tackleton: This is it. The Labyrinth of Glass. A planet lost to a volcanic cataclysm. 

Lunara: Are you sure we're in the right place?

Tackleton: According to the Map of the Celestials, it is. 

Magnum PT: I've been meaning to ask where you got that thing. 

Tackleton: I-

Marina Virelle: I’m getting conflicting data from inside. We're going to have trouble communicating in there, and to the Stellar Express. It's giving all sorts of readings. 

Zirca Volt: Great. A planet that gaslights you.

Comet: I-I-I'm sure it's fine. Maybe the Labyrinth will be kind and friendly. That'd be neat, right?

The Defenders landed inside a vast field of volcanic shards—some hovering midair, some humming softly. Arches twisted into spirals. 

Grivvix watched from a mirrored projection, giggling quietly.



Grivvix: Yes, yes! Come inside, come inside! Shiny halls and shining lies!

As the team split to explore, the labyrinth began to subtly change. Reflections flickered. Rooms rotated. Familiar corridors vanished behind them.

Prism Nova: Guys? Are we breathing in too much volcanic ash? I feel like I'm hallucinating. 

Lunara Spark: I was thinking the same thing. 

Tackleton: Stay together. Don’t trust what you see. Or hear.

Magnum PT: How can I trust that when you tell me not to trust what I hear?

Suddenly, the lights flared. A wall of panels rotated and locked into place behind them. The floor vanished beneath Marina, Blaze, and Prism, dropping them into a spinning tunnel.

From above, Dark Heart’s voice echoed through the corridors.

Dark Heart: You came for a key. I’ll give you something better. A lesson...IN PAIN!

Grivvix: Lesson one: never walk into a gift-wrapped maze!

The remaining Defenders sprinted into the labyrinth, trying to find their allies.

Meanwhile, in orbit, the ship systems flickered. Entropicons clung to the hull. The alarms blared.

Ship AI: Intrusion detected. Hull breach imminent.

A blast tore open a storage bay. Entropicons poured inside.

Comet: Security lockdown! Tactical mode! Tackleton! Tackleton, can you hear me!?

He fired with tail lasers, dodging debris, trying to trigger the ship’s countermeasures.

Comet: Where’s everyone when you need backup and a mop?

Inside the Labyrinth, Tackleton and Lunara pushed through shifting corridors of black volcanic glass. Lunara was seeing a laughing gremlin in the reflections, making her spin around. 

Lunara: Okay. That one wasn’t real. Definitely not real.

Tackleton: You sure?

Lunara: Yes?

Elsewhere, Blaze and Marina found themselves trying to escape another trap. 

Blaze: I could set off one of my bombs. 

Marina: If it doesn't work, it would blow us to smithereens!

At the Labyrinth’s core, a floating pedestal rose—cradling the fourth Chrono Key. It pulsed faintly. Just as Tackleton reached for it—

Grivvix stepped out of the wall.

Grivvix: Surprise! This one's mine!

Before anyone could react, Grivvix plunged his claws towards the pedestal, grabbing the key before departing in a swirling portal. 

Dark Heart’s shadow appeared behind him, looming.

Dark Heart: Thank you, Star Prince. For delivering it to me.

Tackleton: I delivered it to you? 

Dark Heart: The map. What you've been using to find these locations. Your father encrypted it, kept it from me. 

Tackleton: You exploited my past?

Dark Heart: And now I hold your future.

The labyrinth shattered—collapsing inward.

Entropicons surged inside the ship. Comet, covered in singe marks, slammed a button to seal the bridge.

Comet: This is bad. This is super bad.

Through the windows, a colossal Entropicon Dreadform began to merge from fractured debris—shaped like a giant insect made of parts and wire.

The remaining Defenders escaped through a collapsing mirror gate, landing hard in the sand outside as the labyrinth folded into a crystal star… and vanished.

Tackleton: They have the key.

Lunara: And the others...where are the others?

Tackleton: ...They didn't escape the Labrinth?!

TO BE CONTINUED...




Comet: Alright, you Entropic gremlins. Let’s dance.

Entropicon: DELETE.

Comet: This is bad! Star lights, we've got our back against the wall, but we never give up. We fight to defend everything! Join us next time, as we fight our way out of this mess. At least, I hope we do!

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Episode 8: “Into the Hive!"

Tackleton Angelsmythe and Comet stood gazing out the main viewport. Stars twinkled peacefully. A calm moment. For once. Tackleton took in the smell of his simmering hot space tea. 

Tackleton: So, explain to me how we’re now being detoured into Bee Sector Delta?

Comet: You said you needed some space honey for your space tea. 

Tackleton: Not funny. 

Comet: I might've borrowed a lot of money from the Baron? Maybe I forgot to pay it back? 

Tackleton: Why would you borrow money from the Bee people?

Comet: The cost to repair the Stellar Express was expensive! As was enlisting Blaze Dominion. We didn't have a lot of resources when we left. This mission doesn't have the backing of the Crystal Kingdom. 

Tackleton: No need to remind me. Mother doesn't want to lose me, like she lost father. It's a dangerous quest, but one that needs to be taken. The Chrono Keys would be used to undo everything my father and grandfather did to protect us all.

Comet: That's right, you're named after your grandfather, aren't you? 

Tackleton: I'm his living legacy. He helped the Celestials build the super weapon that defeated an evil entity. Dark Heart would use the Chrono Keys to revive that menace. We can't let that happen, for obvious reasons. 

Comet: Uhoh, I think we're here.

Tackleton raised an eyebrow. Offscreen, a massive buzzing sound approached.

Tackleton: Buzzing? In space? Is that—?

Comet: Yes.

A titanic golden hive-shaped ship loomed into view, casting a honey-hued glow over the Stellar Express.

The Stellar Express was pulled into the Hive Ship’s docking array like a helpless pollen speck.

Inside the grand hall—glowing with bioluminescent honeycomb chandeliers—stood Baron Von Bee:

He buzzed with noble arrogance.

Baron Von Bee: COMET! SCOUNDREL! CHARLATAN! OATH BEEEERAKER! 

Comet: All technically true, yes.

Tackleton: I’ll negotiate on his behalf.

Baron Von Bee: Who are you?

Tackleton: My name is Tackleton Angelsmythe. I am the Star Prince. 

Baron Von Bee: Ah! Sssstaaar Prrrrince?! I've heard about you! You believe the galaxy is all yours, do you?

Tackleton: I believe it is my duty to defend everything. 

Baron Von Bee: Hmm. Sssssomething about you...I do not like. 

Tackleton: Well I'm sorry about that, but I'd like to make this right. Whatever Comet owes you, I will negotiate, and we can reach an understanding. 

Baron Von Bee: Negotiate? Very well. Only one way to sssettle this. You shall duel… in the Trial of Nectaroussss Combat!

The walls shifted. Platforms rose. A massive arena emerged—sticky, humming, and hexagonal.

Tackleton entered the ring. His opponent? Buzzkick, a royal drone with cybernetic stingers and a jetpack.

Comet: Don’t let him get behind you! And don’t drink the ceremonial honey—it’s mildly hallucinogenic!

Tackleton fought valiantly, flipping, slashing, and ultimately defeating Buzzkick with a dazzling Spiral Star Slash, sending the drone flying into a honey vat.

Baron Von Bee: Impressive. But you’ve merely passed round one.

Just then, a new figure entered the chamber: Queen B. Apiara—Baron Von Bee’s wife.

She floated regally, wearing flowing golden robes and glittering pollen jewelry. She locked eyes with Tackleton.

Queen Apiara: My. You shine brighter than the morning bloom of Jupetulip Prime...

Tackleton: Uh… thank you?

Baron Von Bee’s antennae twitched.

While exploring the Hive Ship looking for a diplomatic way out, Lunara and Marina discovered a room filled with royel jelly—a rare substance.

Marina: If we can siphon this, we could power the Stellar Express for months and track down Dark Heart!

Lunara: Do we ask for it? 

Marina: Normally, as Guardians of the Glitter Nebula, I would say yes, but in this case? 

Lunara: Better to ask for forgiveness than permission?

Marina: I believe so.

But as they filled containment jars, Buzzkick returned—now very sticky and very vengeful.

Lunara: Cue the forgiveness?

Back in the throne room, Queen Apiara suddenly stood beside Tackleton.

Queen Apiara: I’m tired of his buzzing. Of his tyranny. Of being second beenana!

Tackleton: I’m flattered, really, but I’m more of a sword-swinging space hero than… a homewrecker.

Baron Von Bee exploded into a jealous rage.

Baron Von Bee: HOW DARE YOU WOO MY WIFE WITH YOUR CHISELED JAW AND PRINCELY WAYS!

Tackleton: I literally didn’t say anything!

The throne room erupted into battle. The Defenders burst into the room and fought alongside Queen Apiara, who wielded a pollen staff and surprising martial arts skills. Bee Soldiers swarmed the halls. 

In the chaos, Comet threw down some space bucks and an IOU as he hacked the gate door to open. 

The Defenders fled aboard the Stellar Express, making a quick getaway. 

Marina: This stuff might buy us a little time.

Tackleton: And what about Queen Apiara?

They looked out the viewport. Apiara stood proudly atop the Hive Ship, waving dramatically as it disappeared into the stars.

Comet: She's probably going to have a tough time explaining herself to her husband. The Baron is definitely going to have a BEEf with you. 

Tackleton: ...And whose fault is that?

Comet: Uh...

All: HAHAHAHAHAHA!




Tackleton: I need a break. A real one. No more space tyrants or exploding planets or royal crushes.

Comet: Good news! The next planet is a vacation planet! We could use a break! 

Tackleton: Great! 

Comet: Just one problem. 

Tackleton: What? 

Comet: We're not the only ones on vacation!

Tackleton:...What?

Comet: Next time on Star Prince and the Defenders of Everything, "Velvette Beach Volleyball!"

Tackleton: I better buy a swimsuit!

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Episode 10: “Origins in the Echoform”

A swirl of deep violet clouds churned in the endless dark, lightning pulsing like veins across the nebula known only as the Echoform. The Stellar Express hovered outside it, motionless—almost hesitant. Even the stars didn’t twinkle here.

Inside the command deck, the Defenders stared silently at the screen.

Comet: That place... even the sensors don’t want to look at it.

Zirca Volt: We going in, or we gonna let that creepy cosmic fog psych us out? I mean I'm not scared? Are you scared? I'm totally not scared. 

Ignis Vesta: You're shaking. 

Zirca Volt: So are you! 

Ignis Vesta: I never claimed I wasn't scared.

Tackleton Angelsmythe stepped forward, his cosmic sword strapped to his back.

Tackleton: If there are answers in there about who—or what—Dark Heart really is, we’re not turning back.

The ship engines roared, and the Stellar Express plunged into the Echoform.

The Stellar Express emerged into a pitch-black space that flickered with ghostly reflections. Floating rocks swirled around a towering ruin—the remains of a once-beautiful castle, now decayed and cracked like shattered obsidian.

At its gate stood the skeletal remains of a warrior, armor corroded and blackened.

Magnum PT: Malice Rider. That name sounds really familiar. 

Blaze Dominion: He was real. A champion like Tackleton...but it appears the keeper of this castle defeated him and set him up as an example of those who opposed him.

Zirca Volt: What is this place? 

Ignis Vesta: It's like a chuck of space...out of time.



The team pressed on, the castle’s dark spires casting long shadows even in the absence of light.

The team passed through rooms filled with broken stained glass, depicting images of other Star Princes—twisted, monstrous versions of Tackleton’s noble form.

Tackleton: This is like home, but darker. It's corrupted and destroyed. It's more like Crystal Hell.

In a central chamber, a great circle was carved into the floor. Runes pulsed faintly. It was a ritual site—still alive.

Lunara stepped closer, her voice quiet.

Lunara: This is where he came from? This is where Dark Heart is from?

A deep laugh echoed.

From the shadows drifted a figure—Gothika, the witch of Echoform. Her form shimmered between reality and illusion, her gown formed of midnight veils and glistening threads of starlight. Her eyes glowed violet, her smile both warm and cruel.



Gothika: Welcome, children of the stars. Welcome to the tomb of your bloodline.

The team raised their guard. Tackleton, however, lowered his sword slightly. His eyes widened. He blinked.

Tackleton: Whoa.

Comet: Are you smitten?! Really?!

Gothika walked toward him, hands outstretched like she was greeting an old flame.

Gothika: You have his eyes, Star Prince. The same foolish hope. The same soft heart. But don’t worry… I’ll carve that out in time. The same way I did with him. I carved out the heart of his corpse.

Lunara, cheeks flushed with anger and a little jealousy, stepped forward.

Lunara: Back off, shadow witch.

Gothika turned with a grin.

Gothika: Oh? Has the moon caught feelings for the sun?

The room trembled as Lunara drew her weapon and lunged. The battle began.

The chamber was the site of the battle. The Defenders struggled to get close to Gothika. Tackleton was still enamored and hypnotized. That was until he heard the sounds. He turned to see a charred skeleton approaching him. 

He wore a broken crown, black armor, and carried a corrupted version of Tackleton’s sword.

Gothika: An ancestor? Or a descendant? Or perhaps you, if you stay here too long. Who do you think that is?

Tackleton staggered back. Lunara screamed as chains of black bound her. The room shook. A pulse of dark magic surged.

Gothika: You can’t stop what’s already been set in motion. The world is already cracking. This illusion in the Echoform, where you can see the genesis of Dark Heart, literally THE dark heart...of Star Prince!

But just then—Comet’s voice rang through the comms.

Comet: Guys! The Echoform’s collapsing! The door is closing!

The Defenders broke free. Tackleton shook off his trance, dodged the swings from the skelton and blasted him away with the Cosmic Dawn Slash. He prepared to take a swing at Gothika, but she laughed and disappeared. Tackleton rushed to free Lunara.

Lunara: She’s not done with us…

Tackleton: No—but we’re not done with her either.

Lunara: I hope that doesn't mean what I think it means. 

Tackleton: Huh?

The Stellar Express blasted away from the collapsing Echoform. In the command room, the team caught their breath.

Magnum PT: Something very familiar about that. I heard stories from some old friends.

Blaze: We’ve only seen the surface. That darkness... it’s in his bloodline. Maybe even his future.

Tackleton: Not if I can help it.

In a throne room of shifting dark crystal, Dark Heart stood before a projection of the battle.

Dark Heart: So, you met my mother...

Grivvix: Technically, architect, your... gloominess.

Dark Heart: Let them run. Every step they take is still along my design.




Magnum PT: Seriously, something about this is starting to click. I really have to figure out why I'm here, and who I'm talking to right now. 

Prism Nova: If that's true, you're becoming more and more of an asset. You're truly Tackleton's best friend. 

Magnum PT: Oh, I don't know about that. 

Prism Nova: It's true! You really bring the Defenders together! 

Magnum PT: Aww shucks! 

Prism Nova: So Gothika created Dark Heart from the literal heart of someone in Tackleton's bloodline? That's worse than I imagined! 

Magnum PT: I think we need to get back to getting those keys! 

Prism Nova: Only problem is, the next key is at the galaxy's biggest casino. 

Magnum PT: Oh! I love to gamble! 

Prism Nova: Next time on Star Prince and the Defenders of Everything! "Gambling is the Key!"

Magnum PT: Starlights, don't take that title to heart!