My name is Sean. Sean Blade. I am a spy for the United States Special Forces on a mission in unraveled realms. [Year 1980]
Gemini: Sean! What is going on?
Mr. Blade: The Centaurians are storming into the battlefield. We cannot escape.
Gemini: In any case, don't fight Goro. That would be a suicide act.
Mr. Blade: Affirmative. ...You know, Gemini, I'll make sure you will find yourself in our agency in future as well. There is always need for an operator like you.
Gemini: I appreciate this greatly. You should know that I have already talked with Cancer [lead HQ operative] about her retirement and my possible future as her successor.
The battle that we successfully initiated between Shokans and the Centaurians was becoming overwhelming. We had to leave before our undercover mission to wreak havoc against the Mortal Kombat champion would break.
The Centaurian chieftain, Kentarus, was fighting against what seemed like an equal match: Goro. The chieftain was for a Centaurian very agile and swift, but Goro's mastery of the Dragon Fangs - ultimately - proved overwhelming. Goro stabbed Kentaro in the horse back right after the four-legged creature had teleported behind him.
Kentarus: Roooaarrr! You are a fool! Why do you think that killing off your competition in Outworld would make you any better?
Goro: I am the Champion of Mortal Kombat. The Shokan people will have a bright future in the Greater Outworld we are soon to expand into. There is no stopping us any longer, bwahahaha.
Next up I witnessed, from behind the rock I hided, how Kentarus grabbed the knife from his horse back, teleported behind Goro once again and slashed the Shokan's long dreads of hair [that have been growing for hundreds of years] and cut a part of Goro's pride away.
Goro: Bastard! Uuungh! Now I shall finish you!
The half-dragon Prince did his most powerful aerial stomp on the hurt back of the partially immobilized Centaurian. Kentarus was no more. Goro must have felt he couldn't show up in the lands of Kuata anymore. I had to take the opportunity now; I had to discard the heavy backbag radiophone [by which I kept contact with the HQ] in order to move anywhere without getting caught.
Mr. Blade [to the radiophone]: Despite our efforts to direct the Centaurian wrath towards the Outworld champion, the Centaurians are losing. The tenth Mortal Kombat tournament is going to happen after all.
Gemini: Throw a grenade on them, do something! This is our last chance before the tournament to avoid Earthrealm's end, remember?! We really cannot afford to lose this chance. But don't get yourself killed, sir.
Mr. Blade: Goodbye, ms. Gemini. Say regards to my family.
I decided to do what seemed like Earth's semi-final hope; explode the grand canyon which faced towards us. However, my partner was still missing. He carried the detonator and the bombs. Hereafter my goal was to locate my missing partner - Yes-Face.