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Authors: James McGovern, Science Fiction, Teen Books, Paranormal, Fantasy Romance, Magic, Books on Sale, YA Fantasy, Science Fiction and Fantasy, Science Fiction Romance, aliens, cyberpunk, teen
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cracked stone pillars surrounded a
red globe that stood on a raised platform. Slater turned the lights on, and
Darcy gasped. It was amazing. Everything was made from stone or gold. A large
painting on one of the walls caught Martin’s eye. It was… no, it couldn’t be.
Martin stepped
closer. A man’s face had been painted on one of the far walls; something that
looked like an altar stood beneath it. What was it? A sort of shrine, perhaps.
But Martin was sure that he recognised the face in the painting.
It looked like his dad.
But it couldn’t
be. Charlie was just an ordinary man, a former alcoholic who was now doing a
normal office job. Why would his face be painted in a crumbling temple on an
alien planet?
“This
technology. It’s… wonderful.” Slater walked over to the red globe. “This is a
relay device.”
As Slater
walked around, examining the technology, Martin looked away from the painting
and touched Darcy’s shoulder.
“You OK?”
Darcy nodded.
She was OK for the moment, but she was scared that she would lose control
again—scared that someone would take control over her again…
“Martin, pass
me the recall device, please,” said Slater.
Martin took the
blue triangular prism from his pack. Slater walked over to the red sphere.
“If I place the
recall device inside here and activate the machine I should—wait, what am I
thinking? We must record a message first.”
Slater pointed
the blue prism at Martin, as if he was holding up a video camera. “I will
imprint a message in the recall device.” Slater paused. “Well, go on!”
“Er… right,”
said Martin. He coughed. “Er… hello Abaddon. We, er… we need help. There’s… a
fleet of ships heading towards our planet—Earth—and we were wondering if you
could come and help us out. Er… if not, sorry to bother you.”
“Perfect,” said
Slater.
He carried the
recall device over to the red globe and opened it, putting his hand inside. The
Axis Lord frowned. He withdrew his hand; it was covered with some sort of white
powder.
“What’s that
stuff?” said Darcy.
“It doesn’t
matter,” said Slater, wiping his hand on the ground. “Come on, help me tip it
out.”
Martin and
Darcy helped Slater tip the heavy red globe upside down and shake out all of
the powder. When it was empty, they placed it back on the platform and Slater
put the recall device inside it. The Axis Lord walked over to a control panel
and paused for a moment, looking at all of the controls. Then he pressed a
switch, and there was a loud humming sound.
“It is active,”
said Slater, sighing. “The signal is now being transmitted throughout the five
galaxies.”
“Do you think
he’ll come?” said Darcy.
“I do not
know.” Slater paused. “Abaddon is an infamous legend among my people. I suppose
he stands for everything Axis Lords despise—idiosyncrasy, volatility,
uncontrollability…”
Martin put his
head in his hands. He was starting to get a headache. Strangely, Slater too
seemed to be suffering. He rubbed his forehead.
“What’s the
matter?” said Darcy, looking from Martin to Slater.
“Nothing,” said
Martin. “Just got a bit of a headache, that’s all.”
“I am… I have…”
Slater tailed off, and collapsed to the floor.
Martin and
Darcy quickly knelt next to him. Martin took his pulse. It was very fast, but
Martin didn’t know how fast Axis Lord pulses were supposed to be.
“Sir, sir,”
said Martin, “can you hear me?”
Slater’s eyes
flickered open.
“Michael,” he
said weakly, forcing a smile. Then he suddenly cried out in pain.
“What can we do
for you?” said Martin.
“Poisoned,”
said Slater. “I… have been poisoned.”
Martin suddenly
felt a horrible sinking feeling. The white powder, the powder from inside the
red globe… they had all touched it.
“You need… to
go to Valiant Star ,” Slater croaked. “Go to the medical bay while you have…
the strength. The computer will examine
red globe that stood on a raised platform. Slater turned the lights on, and
Darcy gasped. It was amazing. Everything was made from stone or gold. A large
painting on one of the walls caught Martin’s eye. It was… no, it couldn’t be.
Martin stepped
closer. A man’s face had been painted on one of the far walls; something that
looked like an altar stood beneath it. What was it? A sort of shrine, perhaps.
But Martin was sure that he recognised the face in the painting.
It looked like his dad.
But it couldn’t
be. Charlie was just an ordinary man, a former alcoholic who was now doing a
normal office job. Why would his face be painted in a crumbling temple on an
alien planet?
“This
technology. It’s… wonderful.” Slater walked over to the red globe. “This is a
relay device.”
As Slater
walked around, examining the technology, Martin looked away from the painting
and touched Darcy’s shoulder.
“You OK?”
Darcy nodded.
She was OK for the moment, but she was scared that she would lose control
again—scared that someone would take control over her again…
“Martin, pass
me the recall device, please,” said Slater.
Martin took the
blue triangular prism from his pack. Slater walked over to the red sphere.
“If I place the
recall device inside here and activate the machine I should—wait, what am I
thinking? We must record a message first.”
Slater pointed
the blue prism at Martin, as if he was holding up a video camera. “I will
imprint a message in the recall device.” Slater paused. “Well, go on!”
“Er… right,”
said Martin. He coughed. “Er… hello Abaddon. We, er… we need help. There’s… a
fleet of ships heading towards our planet—Earth—and we were wondering if you
could come and help us out. Er… if not, sorry to bother you.”
“Perfect,” said
Slater.
He carried the
recall device over to the red globe and opened it, putting his hand inside. The
Axis Lord frowned. He withdrew his hand; it was covered with some sort of white
powder.
“What’s that
stuff?” said Darcy.
“It doesn’t
matter,” said Slater, wiping his hand on the ground. “Come on, help me tip it
out.”
Martin and
Darcy helped Slater tip the heavy red globe upside down and shake out all of
the powder. When it was empty, they placed it back on the platform and Slater
put the recall device inside it. The Axis Lord walked over to a control panel
and paused for a moment, looking at all of the controls. Then he pressed a
switch, and there was a loud humming sound.
“It is active,”
said Slater, sighing. “The signal is now being transmitted throughout the five
galaxies.”
“Do you think
he’ll come?” said Darcy.
“I do not
know.” Slater paused. “Abaddon is an infamous legend among my people. I suppose
he stands for everything Axis Lords despise—idiosyncrasy, volatility,
uncontrollability…”
Martin put his
head in his hands. He was starting to get a headache. Strangely, Slater too
seemed to be suffering. He rubbed his forehead.
“What’s the
matter?” said Darcy, looking from Martin to Slater.
“Nothing,” said
Martin. “Just got a bit of a headache, that’s all.”
“I am… I have…”
Slater tailed off, and collapsed to the floor.
Martin and
Darcy quickly knelt next to him. Martin took his pulse. It was very fast, but
Martin didn’t know how fast Axis Lord pulses were supposed to be.
“Sir, sir,”
said Martin, “can you hear me?”
Slater’s eyes
flickered open.
“Michael,” he
said weakly, forcing a smile. Then he suddenly cried out in pain.
“What can we do
for you?” said Martin.
“Poisoned,”
said Slater. “I… have been poisoned.”
Martin suddenly
felt a horrible sinking feeling. The white powder, the powder from inside the
red globe… they had all touched it.
“You need… to
go to Valiant Star ,” Slater croaked. “Go to the medical bay while you have…
the strength. The computer will examine
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