Immortal Wars: The Summoning Part 10 #fiction #throwback

(Previously on Immortal Wars.)

Disclaimer: Immortal Wars was the book I came up with and wrote in high school.  I hadn’t even hit college by the time I wrote the first two books.  That means I hadn’t developed my style yet, wasn’t good at self-editing, and the story was fairly basic. So, you’ve been warned that this is the ultimate author throwback segment for my blog and will show my author origins.  FYI-  I put the first book (The Summoning) through a Print-on-Demand publisher and the second one (Light, Blood, & Tears) never saw the light of day.  Enjoy!

The star room is the common name for the large warship’s navigation room.  There are thousands upon thousands of detailed images of planets and stars from other galaxies floating around the room.  In the center of this hologram filled room is a big computer console, which allows anyone to zoom in on a specific section of the holographic star map.  The cylinder-shaped computer console is also used to order the ship where to go and the preferred course it should take to get there.  Not many beings know how to use the star room and even fewer beings are alive to talk about it since the race that built the warship is no more.

As Draveon, Kilanus, and Psylon walk through the automatic door, another of their allies gives them a cold and silent greeting.  Working in the far corner of the room is the robotic assassin known simply as Cybro.  This robot used to be a very handsome immortal until his original body was destroyed.  Fortunately, his brain, heart, and soul were put into a powerful cyborg body in order to save Cybro’s life.  The heartless immortal’s original powers are gone and long forgotten.  His left arm ends in a spinning trilaser and he is armed with a jetpack, poisonous snare nets, a titanium claw in his stomach, and other vicious weapons.  Along with these offensive attachments are his communication array, all-purpose sensors, and a chemistry lab in his gel-compartment stomach.

Cybro’s right arm ends in a fleshy, human hand, which has a strange ring on it.  The ring is made out of Orion silver and is adorned with five red designs etched into it.  The crimson designs resemble those of an eye, a hand, a nose, a mouth, and an ear.  This ring holds a black gem that appears to have a flowing liquid trapped inside it.  This is the planet guardians’ primal ring, which enhances ones senses.  Cybro has this specific weapon because he has not had any of his original senses after the accident.

“What are you three doing here?  It is not time for me to leave this station.  In fact, I never leave this station unless there is an emergency somewhere else in the ship that needs my attention,” mentions the gear-grinding voice of the robot.

“Don’t get your out-dated transistors tangled, Cybro.  Kilanus only wanted to see the planet we were born on,” replies Psylon.

“I must protest to this action.  I do not think this is such a good idea.  She is not allowed to be in this area of the warship anyway.  What if Adriana was to find out about this?  She would shoot my skull into deep space like she did when I dropped the new bulkhead on her legs.  Now that I think about it, that look of sudden pain and pure shock on her green-eyed face was worth the headless embarrassment.  Still, this is not a good idea.”

“Are you done with the mental trip?  Now do as we ask, robot,” growls Draveon.

“Threaten me all you want.  Nothing can break my resolve.”

“Please, Uncle Cybro.  I just want to see your old planet.  I promise that I won’t touch anything.  Please, Uncle Cybro,” pleads Kilanus while giving the robot a pair of innocent puppy dog eyes.  He stares right at her and his head suddenly spins like a top.

“Nothing can break my resolve except for annoying begging that is.  All right.  But for the last time, I am not, and never will be, your uncle.  And never do that thing with your eyes again.  It is unsettling.”

Cursing under his non-existent breath, Cybro walks over to the central console.  He pushes the blinking buttons with nimble, finger-like wires that grow out of his green-cell stomach.  The wires type in the coordinates faster than any normal human or any other immortal could possibly type.  In four seconds, a very large hologram of Earth appears a few feet over their heads.

“There is our home planet.  Still a beautiful globe filled with mortal pestilence.  Now leave me alone!” shouts Cybro.

“What is that planet called?  What is it like?” asks Kilanus ignoring Cybro’s constant shouting.  He storms off into the corner he was in before and slams a wall panel shut.

“That is the planet known as Earth.  It has trees, water, and all kinds of pretty things that the other nine planets lost a long time ago.  You would really like it down there, Kilanus.  We’ll have to bring you there one of these days,” states Draveon.

“Oh, gag and kill me.  Even though Draveon is the ultimate killer, he’s such an oversized pansy,” thinks Psylon as she starts to leave.

“Uncle Draveon.  Which part of Earth was my mom born on?”

“I think she was born somewhere on the continent called Europe.  Give me some time to remember exactly where she came from.”

“Can I see it on the display?”

“I see no problem with that.  Zoom in on Europe, Cybro.”

“Why should I take orders from an oversized freak of unnatural science like you?  I have much better and important things to do than to entertain you and the runt.  Unlike you, I want to prepare for any problems that could occur.  Maybe you would too if you were not such an idiot, test tube boy,” retorts Cybro with his back turned to Draveon and Kilanus.

Much quicker than Cybro can react to, Draveon grabs the robot by his skinny, metal legs and hurls him across the room.  Cybro uses his jetpack to avoid the wall and starts shooting emerald lasers at Draveon.  Some of the lasers cut through the large man’s torso before he decides to take out his sword and block the laser blasts.  While it is blocking the laser attack, the unique sword slowly starts to turn bright white until the light envelops the entire blade.  Suddenly, the sword releases the built up energy in the form of a light beam.  The intense light beam smashes into Cybro’s left arm, which destroys the trilaser and causes Cybro to curse in anger more than pain.  Draveon swiftly walks over and picks up his beaten ally by the cyborg’s yellow-eyed head.  The threatening effect is quickly lost when the shock-faced head detaches from the rest of Cybro’s body.

“Listen up, you bucket of microchips.  I can order you around for one simple reason.  The reason is that I can easily destroy your worthless, metallic hide!  Do you understand what I’m getting at, Cybro?  Or do I have to keep making my point?  I am your superior.”  While he is speaking, the holes in his body are quickly knitting themselves together.

“I understand, but you will never be my superior as long as Adriana is in charge.  You would do well to remember that little fact, Draveon.  But I will zoom in on Europe as you have requested.  Is there any specific area?” whispers Cybro as his repair systems start fixing his wounded arm.  Draveon slams the cyborg’s head back onto the robot’s shoulders, but it has to be spun around because he smashed it on backwards.

“Yes.  Go to the city called Athens.  In case you have forgotten, Cybro, it is near the bottom of Greece.  I think.”

With his pride and ego badly wounded, Cybro silently pushes the necessary buttons and punches in the coordinates.  A small welding gun comes out of his left shoulder and attempts to weld his head onto the rest of his body.  Unfortunately, Cybro only succeeds in burning a hole in his metal skin.  With a slight cringe of annoyance, the welding gun goes back into the shoulder compartment.  Soon after that the image of Earth disappears and is replaced by an enlarged image of present day Athens.

“She came from that little city?  I couldn’t even see it in the last picture,” says Kilanus as she stares up at the rotating image.

“How stupid are you, girl?  Of course you could not see it in the last picture.  From outer space it is impossible to see exact places with the exception of the continents and bodies of water. And the Great Wall of China, but that’s a unique exception.  Even then it might be hard to do because of the cloud cover.”  Draveon scowls at the robot and takes a step forward in order to shove Cybro through the nearest bulkhead.  The robot pulls out a glass globe filled with white liquid and gets ready to throw it.  Kilanus is not even aware that another fight is about to break out because the hologram has all of her attention.

Suddenly a muffled voice is somewhat heard over the warship’s intercom system repeating, “Adriana would like to speak with all of the immortals presently on the warship.  And I know that all of you are on the warship.  Everyone must meet in the central hall.  That is not really a request, but an order.  And I do mean everybody.  I will not repeat any of this announcement so if you didn’t hear it, I suggest you put in for some time to heal after I finish with you.  Thank you and have a peachy day.”

Draveon gives a small growl while Cybro puts the globe back into a stomach compartment and does his best to show a coy smile.  The three immortals silently leave the star room and head toward the central hall.  Both men make sure to keep Kilanus in between them, so as not to try and take shots at the other.

Everyone knew that it was rare that their leader had to talk to all of them at once.  This probably meant that something very important, and dangerous, has been discovered in their old galaxy.

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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5 Responses to Immortal Wars: The Summoning Part 10 #fiction #throwback

  1. L. Marie says:

    How did you come up with the names you use (like Cybro, Draveon, etc.)? I’m always interested to know how authors come up with their character names.

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  2. I enjoyed the episode. I liked all the self-healing and repair going on here.

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  3. Pingback: Immortal Wars: The Summoning Part 11 #fiction #throwback | Legends of Windemere

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