Plot
Space Ace follows the adventures of the musclebound hero Ace. At the start of the game, the villainous Commander Borf attacks Ace with the "Infanto Ray", a weapon that transforms him into an adolescent version of himself, and kidnaps his girlfriend Kimberly. It is up to the player to guide Dexter, Ace's younger incarnation, through a series of obstacles in pursuit of Borf, in order to rescue Kimberly and prevent Borf using the Infanto Ray to conquer Earth. The game's attract mode introduces the player to the story via the following narration and dialogue:
- Narrator: Space Ace: Defender of justice, truth and the planet Earth! Ace is being attacked by the evil Commander Borf.
- Ace: Hold your fire! Who is that creep?
- Kimberly: Borf!
- Borf: Earthlings must surrender to me!
- Ace: No way, Borf, ol' buddy!
- Borf shoots Ace; Ace turns into a child
- Ace: Aargh! I've been hit!
- Kimberly: By the Infanto Ray!
- Borf: Earthlings must surrender to me!
- Narrator: Struggle with Dexter to regain his manhood. Destroy the Infanto Ray. Defeat the evil Borf.
- Ace: Hey, Borf! C'mon, Kimberly, let's go!
- Borf shoots Ace
- Ace: I've been hit! Aargh!
- Narrator: Be valiant, space warrior, the fate of Earth is in your hands!
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