It was a time when knights walked the earth and sought the honor of their kings. They lived for battle. They died in battle. Their tales were of battle of long ago. But now there was no battle. Technology had invaded their planet. It had been nearly 100 years since the aliens had come in search of an ancient civilization. They had found it. But they had taken away the battle and replaced it with diplomacy. But the knights wanted battle. They longed for the days of the past, the days before technology ruled. They continued to train even during these peaceful days. It helped them to remember. They had heard of WInged Warriors. They were knights with honor. Few had bore this title. It required a knight to serve his king in solitude battle. A knight had to prove his worthiness in a single mission assigned by the king. But the training was in vain. No dragons roamed, no monsters loomed. Peace remained. The need for a Winged Warrior ended. Until now. A new breed of danger appeared -- a rebel force of aliens. Once again the time had come to call for... a Winged Warrior.