This is the prelude to an online science fiction novel. Here we have the introduction of the villains. I hope you enjoy.
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Prelude
The Antagonist
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| Villians |
Stone admired his reflection in the mirror. His bald head refected the lights above as he tried the black patch on his right eye then on the left. He thought it had an effect on the left so he left it there. The black hair trimmer turned on, and adjusted for his preferred beard length as he picked it up. As he trimmed his short chin beard the groomer applied the black dye that hid the grey. Admiring his work in the mirror he said, "You beautiful dog, We are almost there. Command, sweet command. I'll show those fools how to run the show."
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The sign said, "Whitey's Raiders; Licensed and legal for Bounty Hunters, Property Recovery, Space Salvage, Mercenaries and Security Services, No just cause turned down, all others taken under consideration with deposit." It was a small sign on cardboard tacked to the wall over the last and darkest booth in Whitey's Cantina.Two wary men sat guard at the next table. Two more stood guard nearby, rapid fire blasters cradled in their arms, the red "safety off" light flashing.
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| The sign in Whitey's Cantina. |
No one ever knew how Whitey entered the cantina; decades of combat with its seasons of fugitive hiding taught him panther like stelth that he employed unconciousely. Men looked up from their drinks to a spot that was empty a moment before but was now occupied by the "Boss," He rested at the bar his tall frame almost lounging aginst it. His namesake long white hair hung past his shoulders.
Whitey reached over the freight boxes that made the counter and pulled up frosty bottles of earth beer which he arranged on a small round hatch door that was used for the serving platter in the cantina.
The bar was thick with expectation as men watched the Boss; because when Whitey comes so does cash, not credits or accounts but real gold and silver. The men noted the rare smile on Whitey's thin lips. His grey-blue eyes twinkled as he scanned the bar- his bar. Walking to the round table he passed the brown foaming bottles to his team leaders. A hundred wary eyes watched as Whitey's thin fingers touched the gun at his hip releasing the gun from its magnet into his hand, he set it on the table with a loud clunk, the green safety light blinked.
Smooth like a lazy cat he sat down as his other gun scraped on the chair. "Guys we got a sweet contract on a job, just security for General Armstrong. We follow him around and keep him alive, no combat. The pay is the juiciest we've had for some time." Men around the table raised bottles to their smiling lips.
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Professor Rats stood at the workbench, his craggy face etched deep in the bright surgical lights. Putting down the tools he scanned the unfinished child-sized robot that lay before him. He gazed at her for a long moment then he whispered, "Julia, oh Julia." The machine that was his left hand and arm picked up a picture from the pile of diagrams and charts, an image of a dark-eyed child holding her father's warm hand. He set it down and began to work on the robot again. "I'm coming soon, Honey, so soon."(c) Adron
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