Once upon a time, there was a village filled with diverse people called “Bhinneka Village”. They all live in Harmony, they get along with each other, and they always laugh together when they hangout. We see there are 5 Young people playing Rangku Alu together, One of them caught their feet on the stick and fell, They all have a laugh. These 5 People were Dahlan, Tirta, Maharati, Lalo, and Filiyana. They all came from different places and backgrounds but they’re still being friends with each other. They Hangout, Play, and find happiness when they are with each other. They truly are happy to be together.
As night fell and the five friends were going about their business, a strange event unfolded. A massive ship descended from the sky, landing right beside their peaceful village. The ship was immense and ominous, but it had these glowing colored lines that lit up the night sky. The villagers, along with our five young friends, were terrified and utterly perplexed by this unexpected arrival.
As the ship's gates swung open, revealing a uniformed army, all identical in appearance. Among them stood out the Army Leader, a figure of authority and menace.
"Look at this mess," he sneered, surveying the village with disdain. "I cannot believe some people would live like this."
Dahlan couldn't contain his anger. "Who are you? What gives you the right to trespass in our village?"
The Army Leader smirked, his tone condescending. "Greetings, misguided people. I've seen your village, and I must admit, I'm somewhat impressed. But all of you have survived this long with all these ridiculous... imperfections."
"What do you mean imperfections?" Filiyana retorted, her voice sharp with indignation.
"Look around you!" the Army Leader bellowed. "That person is not the same as you," he pointed at Tirta. "He looks different, dresses different, he IS different."
Dahlan challenged him, "Why does it bother you that we are different?"
The Army Leader dismissed their questions, focusing on his twisted ideology. "We are the Perfect Systems. We eliminate imperfections and replace them with perfections. No one will be different, and therefore, there will be no conflict."
His army echoed his sentiments in a chilling chorus.
"And for those of you wondering why I'm different," Solo declared proudly. "I am Solo, the leader of this Perfect Army. Naturally, I stand out."
He gazed at the villagers with a chilling smile. "As for these villages, they will soon be perfect too," he proclaimed, his tone dripping with ominous certainty.
"ATTACK!" he commanded.
A fierce battle ensued between the Perfect Systems Army and the villagers, but they were outnumbered and outmatched. In the end, the five young friends were captured and exiled to different parts of Indonesia, marking the beginning of their epic adventure.