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Painting a world in the mind.

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This is my most difficult skill to learn at present the ability to paint thr world in the mind of the reader. Characters matter to me and motivation of why people do things I find rich in art.

Here’s my attempt:

Smoke Wells felt the warmth of the sun on his face as he came to wakefulness on soft ground under his body. He dug his rough hand in the sand under him before fresh water cold rushed up splash over him.

Smoke opened his eyes lids slowly with painful effort and then looked up at the blue grey sky above. He groaned and worked to force his body to come to roll up to a sitting position on the sand.

He stared around him wondering at the palm trees and forest around him. He wondered where he was and how he got here.

He looked down at his torn trousers and wrapped up white shirt and wondered. He looked down at the long violent scars on his chest. He moved his mouth kicking his lips tasting dry blood and something else on his mouth and tongue.

“Welcome Smoke.”

Smoke looked around for the voice but he couldn’t find the owner. He knew some how though that the owner of the voice was watching him closely. Slowly he forced and worked himself to his bare feet. He ran a shakey hand through his dark wavy hair and pondered his next move before he saw a white light house on hip in the distance.

…..

We shall leave it right there.

I’ve been busy and I got to make bread.

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I like writing. No. Writing is a kin to my soul and means of my understanding the world and thinking through problems.

I love every bit of the craft. But, I got to make bread so I have to invest the time in growing my business and other means of income.

Have I stopped writing or given up the craft?

My mind doesn’t work like that. I need to work problems in written words and tell stories. Writing is the means of me figuring out problems and experimenting with my own theories. Currently I am working on three books right now. One 56% done. Two at 20% done. Three is 5% beginning.

I plan to continue and finish them next year. I’m also trying to figure out how to refine my pose to something that fits into a the mind frame of book lovers. It is difficult because I find the process more a science then a enjoyment as my typical day of writing.

I will push on. I’ll craft a story that people recognize in a pattern to their liking. It will be one book afterward I’ll write a dozen other tales.

Pay me with reviews!

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What up dou!

The kind folks that have taken the trouble to download and probably copied my shit. Thank you. However, I am asking for a review of said shit.

Why?

I need to know where to improve? What you hated? Why you believe I am hack. All that shit. Give it to me. I need the motivation to refine my shit.

Examples

James Potter series….

Do you love it do you hate it. Please share your thoughts here or elsewhere on the internet or your own spot. I wrote this series as a semi-experiment and love letter to love of the Harry Potter series and action movies of the 1990s. I would love to hear your thoughts good, bad or you are a mad mad genius.

A few comments, blog post. Whatever you like. If you would be so kind please. Share your thoughts with me especially if you got smoke for me. I like the smoke.

T. O. Wales episode 1

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Tai Omega Wales walked into the Shaky Bar and exotic club dancers. The appearance of depression mixed with hard cheap spirits was pungent in the air. He grimaced at the scent of sweat and evidences of dirty sexual favors in dark corners coloring the atmosphere. He saw the aura dark purples and dirty reds underneath the normal human visual perspective. Only a few strange humans like T.O. could see.

It was the usual scenery and daily experience of the place. It had been this way sense before he had came into the world a screaming bastard. It would be this way when he finally left the mortal plains to join whoever his father had been in the white zone.

T.O. stood observing the place dressed in New clothes and freshly washed up and a nu. A19 revolver in my holster at his side.

The A19 had been a new edition to his wardrobe. He had purchased the suit and weapon just a few two hours ago. He was happy with the new change in his choice of profession the moment he had looked at himself in tailor Joe’s full length mirror at himself.

T.O’s appearance got no reaction from anyone inside much to his dark amusement. He sauntered inside with his new leather boots sounding his invasion into the establishment with purpose.

Pot Belly Big Bill gave him a side glare before going back to cleaning his dirty beer mug and pretending to be a hard working business man. It was his daily act. Much like everyone else in the bar and dancing club. Everyone was putting on an act just to pass the time before they went home to bed and got up the next morning to do the same thing.

This was the way of things on Tears 1.1. Space station. T.O. made his way to the bar and set down his last silver Empiral crown credits on the bar. T. O. didn’t say what he wanted to order. Bill just quickly snatched up the money and served T.O. the same dirty beer mug filling it with warm beer.

Bill picked up another dirty mug and began to clean it with his dirty rag and ignored T.O.

T.O. slid the beer over to another drunk. The drunk took the gift with toothy grin and happily went about savoring the free gift.

Bill frowned at T.O. he wondered at the change in T.O.’s usual act silently. He set his mug down. “You got fancy new digs and some hot iron at your side. Did you steal the money and dress from a dead gun fighter?” He asked pointedly.

T.O. shook his head. “Nope. I got a new job and acting gig. I quit the drunken idiot role a few hours ago.” He said with no heat just a lazy a matter of fact voice.

Bill grunted. He reached forward moving aside T.O’s light jacket to look at the Gold star pinned to his vest. Bill snorted in disgust. “Don’t tell me you took up that damned fool posting for sheriff. Ain’t nobody around going to take you at all for serious Tango.” He said.

There were more then a few chuckles around the bar. T.O. shook his head. “It’s not a sheriff’s badge.” He said in conversational tone.

Bill snorted and spit flew out his mouth onto the bar and T. O.’s jacket. “The hell you say. I know a five star sheriff’s badge when I see one even with my old ass eyes. Go on with you Wales. Go pretend to be a copper some place else. Ain’t no criminals in here but people just passing the waking hours away. Go on now. Get!” He said dismissing T.O. with complete indifference and contempt.

T.O. sighed. “I’m not in here looking for criminals or to arrest anybody. A fella hired my company to do a job for him. Simple job. I’m here to pick up the package your holding then I’ll be on my way.” He said.

Bill froze and stared at T.O. “What the hell time are you on? You lost you senses or something? Get your ass out of my bar. You ain’t welcome-” Bill began but stopped when T.O moved drawing his revolver and aimed and fired at a man that came up from his seat with a charge energy pistol. He brought the man down with one shot to his temple before he leveled his revolver on the drunk next to him.

The drunk froze with pistol in his hand. T.O. calmly removed the pistol from his holster and kicked the drunk over to the floor. T.O. turned his attention to Bill.

“Yeah. Like I was saying I was looking to pick up that package you’ve been holding on to. I got to get it back to my client you know so if you could bring it up for me I can be on my way.” He said calmly with one of pistols resting on the bar aimed at Bill with the hammer cucked and ready.

Bill grinned noding his head. “Sure thing. Sure thing. You mind giving me a description on this item your looking to take?” He said.

T. O. shook his head staring at Bill as a violent red aura took form around him. “I would rather cut past all the hoodwinking and such Bill. You know what I’m here for. I saw you bring it in here two nights ago when I was sleeping outside the bar on street begging for coins for another drink. I would hate to leave your old lady a widow and sons fatherless. Give me what I came in here for so I can be on my way. I think your life is worth more then keeping the package to sell off for later.” T.O. said.

Bill stared at T.O’s sympathetic sad sour face. “I see. That’s security forces badge under your jacket. Your a hell hound for one those big security forces firms. Huh?! That sob story about you losing your mind over your family ways bullshit. OK. I see look how about I give you a hundred grand to be on your way.” He said.

Experiment KW Prologue? 02

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Storms raged above outside Cre’s tent while he slept a dreamless sleep. He was awaken from his slumber not by the storms. It was feeling of danger and a knowledge it was time for the challenge.

Cre rolled out of his sleeping bed coming to his feet with only a pair of rough pants on and nothing else. He reached down picking up his training knife. A Iron knife called the dawn of youth.

He walked out hearing the storms above raging in the desert skies. The Crack and boom of thunder and lightning sounded in the heavens. There was a stillness in the lands though. A crimson magical circle was a few feet from the entrance of his tent.

Crown Prince Crowley Krull stood to the side with his uncles and elders. His elder the prince of his people barely spared him a look.

“You better win, Crescent. I won’t accept anything else from you. I don’t give up my knives easy. You come of age today or you will be left behind.” He said still without looking.

Cre stepped into the crimson circle. The moment he did a phantom appeared. A creature of pure silver and black with a long knife in his hand. He mimicked Cre’s moments as they circled each other.

The world outside of the circle changed spinning in a circle taking them to many places all at once. The creature attacked Cre weaving his weapon around in wide archs. Cre dove and evaded the attacks and kept in the circle.

Cre dove and stabbed the creature in the knee making him pause. Cre kicked the phantom off his feet and stabbed the phantom in the chest.

The knife passed through the phantom and suddenly Cre was the one under attack. Cre was taking on hits and cuts falling to the ground breathing heavy.

The phantom speared Cre with the knife. Cre felt pain for a second until he looked into the face of the phantom and saw his mirror image.

Cre closed his eyes and focused on home. The only home he had ever known. His tribe. His people. The Krull. The storm stopped. He got to his feet but in a new place surrounded my his tribe.

Crowley shook his head at him. “Took you long enough to grab a hold of what you were fighting. So little cousin you seem ready for a run. Do you know how to travel the realms like a true Krull?” He said.

Cre smiled. “Yes sir.” He said. Crowley looked past him.

Cre started to look buy caught the knife that Crowley threw him in his hand. He turned back to his prince and bowed. “Thank you for bringing me this far. I will honor your gift.” He said.

Crowley reached out rubbing his head. “You’ll do. You’ll do fine. Keep up with us. We won’t be slowing down anymore. We have to find a new homeworld and time is never on our side.” He said as he turned and ran in quick speed his body moving fast into another space and realm up into the sky.

The others quickly followed after their prince up to the heavens.

Cre looked down at his knife in his hand. The knife seemed alive and it sparkled with magical light and glow with energy and then he started running chasing after his tribe to quickly catch up to them as they raced through the stars and heavens.

Experiment: KW chapter? 01

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The killer stared at Cre with golden brown bright eyes and a handsome smile. The scent of death was in the tent. The body of the Krull’s crown prince lay on the carpeted floor. The eight tribes men stood frozen at the federation badge in the killer’s hand he held up as a sign of his diplomatic immunity even on the homeworld of the Krull. The Silver wings bird badge symbol was a sign of the empire that hired him. The Dar Empiral ebony knife was lodged in the center of the chest of Prince Crowley Krull’s dead body.

“Is there a reason a Federation assassin killed our tribes man prince? This looks like an act of war from the Federation on a small tribe of wanders.” Cre said calmly.

Max laughed pinning his badge to his clean grey suit. “His royal highness Crowley admitted to crimes against the Queen of the Dar and the Empire and Federation of worlds. He was sentenced to die on the spot. I being the witness and judge did so. It is in the agreement your people signed to become members of the federation. Any objections?” He said.

“What is this proof?” Cre asked calmly.

Max nodded his head. “Your a reasonable lad. You’re former leader was aiding the rebel pirates in resources that were exclusively for the Empiral agents and Federation alliances. He was given a choice. Cancel his upcoming marriage and allow Federation school to come onto your lands for education in Federation worlds laws. He chose to attempt running away from his crimes. I put judgement down on his alone.” He said.

Cre stared at the man. “Is your business concluded here?” He asked in a deathly cold voice.

Max smiled and nodded. “Almost son. Almost. I just need to talk to your elders about a few business and political matters sense your leader has passed on today.” He said.

Cre shook his head. “You will present your message to me and whatever orders you wish to convey and then you will be on your way. We have to bury our family.” He said.

“Listen-“

Cre held up a finger. “Wait. I forgot something.” He said took out a bag of federal coins and dropped them at Max’s feet. “There is your fee to say your peace and leave.”

Max laughed but bent down took the bag and pocketed it. “Alright. Federation wants to send in some people to culture your people up some. You will allow the people to come and live on your land. The Empire plans to deposit a hundred thousand in Empire coin for it. I would suggest you bring your people along to reason. You don’t have much choice in it.” He said.

Cre nodded. “You have made your point on it. The Empire will get the land and their people may arrive when they prefer. Is there anything else?” Cre said.

“Sure is. The Queen of Dar wants you to understand neither the Federation or Dar Empire wish you or yours any bad will. Her message is simple. We wish there to be a friendship and marriage between our people. Despite today’s events she does not see the Krull as enemies only family one day soon enough when your people have learned up on the culture and ways of the Dar and Federation of Worlds. I will be on my way.” Max said.

Cre nodded. “The Empire deplomate is leaving. No one will stop him, talk to him or do him any harm. Am I understood?” Cre said.

Max laughed as the others said nothing but they moved aside to give him room to leave. He nodded to Cre. “Good luck to you and yours. I might see you again some day. If I do-“

“-death will follow you. Thank you Mr. Maximum. You have given me a useful lesson on politics I will never forgot. Now that your job is concluded here I expect her Majesty has more cultures for you to visit and bring to heel. I have to tend to my burial of the last prince and heir to my tribe.” Cre said.

Max laughed. “You people are a very odd folk. Very stiff and uppity lot. You need to enjoy life more. It’ll work out lad. The queen does have a affection for your people inspite of this minor disappointment.” He said and walked out calmly with his hands in his pockets. He whistled a happy tone.

Cre stared after the assassin of the Empire. Woodrow opened his mouth but Cre looked at him. The other man froze. “You will allow that demon to leave here before he brings in the demons of the Empire on us. You will not endanger the tribe. We gave them our word that if one of us broke one of their rules then it was a death sentence. You will hold your frame or I will remove your tongue from your mouth. Tell the elders what happened.” He said but when Woodrow didn’t move fast enough Cre took out his Silver Fang knife. “I gave you an order. You’ll do as I say and nothing more or you’ll not leave this tent alive.” He said in heated whisper.

Woodrow looked around at the others. No one moved or said a word. Cre grabbed the front of Woodrow’s shirt. “I said get going. Move.” Cre said and shoved Woodrow back toward the entrance.

Woodrow turned and ran away. Cre turned back to Crowley’s body on the carpet. He knelt down putting away his Silver Fang in his shieve. He stared at Crowley’s emotionless spiritless face. “No sons to carry on your name or carry on our tale. They have robbed us my Lord. They have stolen you away from us. One day we’ll make them pay. May you rest with your ancestors. Sleep well.” Cre said and he closed the eyelids of Crowley.

Cre looked up as he heard someone come into the tent. The old one Rolle stood in the entrance. He took two steps in and then he knelt down beside Cre. “Woodrew attempted to defy you.” He said.

Cre shook his head. “I will have to kill him. He cannot control himself. He will get us all killed with his wild emotions.” He said.

Rolle shook his head. “The others held him back. The elders will judge him. We most leave soon. The Empire and Federation are coming to enslave us. We must find a new home.” He said and reached inside Crowley’s shirt to remove his royal family symbol. It was the symbol of oddly shaped star medallion. “I remember the day I placed this around his neck. It was mark of hope and new life.”

Cre nodded. “Yes. I remember. We must also find some means to defend ourselves against the invaders now that we know their intentions for us.” He said.

Rolle nodded. “I know. Luckily we won’t have to go far to forge a new beginning or alliances. There is still a wedding to be finalized with the Breakers.” He said and then he put the medallion around Cre’s neck.

Cre stared at him. “Elder. You can’t think to trick the Breakers into accepting me as a false Prince of the Krull. I am not-” He began.

Rolle shook his head. “You took hold of the role and you acted accordingly. We must bury your cousin now and head out to the mountains first before we head to the Breakers to finalize the wedding.” He said.

Cre frowned. “Why the mountains first?” He asked.

Rolle smiled rising to his feet. “You must claim the Catalyst only then will you have the means to lead our people to freedom and wed the Breaker Princess.” He said.

How I Write a Parody?

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The Process of writing the James Potter series was a fun ride for my first parody. The writing wasn’t easy. This is my first parody series. A lot of lessons learned and work went just into the process of making as in the writing. Warning slight spoilers ahead.

  1. Outline and note taking. I had to sit down and write down a plan. Charecter sheet. World building rules. Chapter word count. Moral focus. Themes. Several pages and lines of notes. I did this to save time but also to have a clear beginning middle and end for the first vol.
  2. Research. I had read the entire series of Harry Potter books 1-7 and saw some the movies. So I had some knowledge of the world and feel of it. I still needed to refresh my memory on somethings. I used Harry Potter world wiki site as my guide and consulted an expert on the fictional world. Once I had the feel of the world down I broke it down again and added my own twist to it.
  3. Parody. I wanted this to be a parody with the elements of comedy and other fictional devices included in the book. James Potter would not be Harry Potter. James would be archetype of three charecters. In fact the book would be like a mirror echo from a mirror universe. But, have a similar feel to the Harry Potter World.
  4. Fictional genres. There are a dozen fictional genres I included in the series. The book is current era popular fiction online. All intentional. Eastern magical martial arts storytelling to isakai fiction and magical guns. A host of other themes as well.
  5. Inspirations. Spaceballs. Storm Riders. Battle through the heavens. Western movies. Harry Potter.
  6. How original is James Potter? I would say the book series is it’s own thing. It’s loosely related on Harry Potter book series. Harry Potter books 1-7 I would grade 12-17. I would grade the James Potter series 17 for Mature with guns & Roses and whole lot of action.
  7. Audience. I made this shit for men and myself. I like action movies and 1911s.
  8. Concept. The idea of the dark Lord getting blasted to hell with a magical 1911. Fucking awesome my dude.

Writing updates for the coming months…

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I am back on the grind. I’m working on the first book of a new series in the back. I set myself a goal of 60k words and two and half years to get it done. I’m slow writing on this one. It’s going to something special and new. I enjoy the process of it. It’s a mix of Starship Troopers, Power Rangers and Thundercats.

It’s all whole a mixed bag of fun but I’m enjoying flushing out the concept. Not even sure if I will publish it but I am sure it’s going to be the pretty good.

This year alone I will be working on three writing projects. I plan to finish up Experiment Logan Jones soon enough. Though it has been a fun little story. I have an idea it’s around 50k words long but you can never tell with experiments like this one.

In other news NaNoWriMo has shit the bed. 1) It’s due to some political shit. 2) The company decided to focus on doing something else beyond the core mission.

My thoughts are I don’t give a shit. I always hated the name NaNoWriMo. I’ll be writing something special for the month of November’s Kiss. I like my name much better and it’s not locked into a word count or some other bullshit.

Anyway, I got plans and dreams and a whole lot of energy and imagination still in me. I’m going to chill a bit on the cyberpunk gold and dive back into my first love. Fantasy and movies that blow shit up.

Heroes and Villains

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It’s about the contrast to me. I grew up in Western world with heroic tales of men that made sacrifices that put their lives on the line to protect, to defend and risk their life by choice for the mission

for mission

or

a person.

It’s the contrasts for me. The villain is always the guy or gal willing that is selfish to their core. They view anyone or thing in their way as something to be sacrificed to god of their own ego.

A villain is a piece of shit asshole that is not willing for you to have a small piece pizza. It is never enough until everything belongs to them including your girl.

The hero is the dude beat to shit and still not willing to give in. He finds a way or he goes down fighting. The courageous figure of a man standing against the darkness is the archetype story I love to tell. I like my villains to have the big gun and bring all the noise.

Scared.

Beaten to shit.

He still finds a way to get up. He still finds the strength somewhere in the human condition to turn struggle and pain into the energy. To keep on fighting to the end.

A villain’s greatest strength to bring out courage and that energy out of the hero to push for the win. Hope still burns in his eyes or the thrill to survive another is his goal.

Blue Technomancer CHAPTER 30 ACT 3

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Chapter 30

“How did you beat me?” Ryu asked Beau as he came into the room.

Beau was sitting at his work desk in his new workshop working on a pet project. His back was to Ryu.

“It was a cheap shot. You can kill me easily Ryu. Get over yourself.” Beau said giving the other man half hearted answer and not bothering to turn around.

“That’s bullshit. You used lightning against me. That’s my element. It shouldn’t have worked.” He said

Beau nodded. “It did work on you though. So what?” He said. “You didn’t come here to ask me that question. Something else is on your mind.” He said.

“Your stronger then Martin. Hell. Your stronger then everyone here but you don’t-“

“Swing my dick around like you do.” Beau finished for Ryu. “That’s not my style or what I care about. Martin is the leader. I wasn’t built for the job and neither do I want the position. I need to create and build shit. Both Jessica and Martin understand that about me. Their my people. All I care about is protecting them and then I go back to doing what I was built for. What about you?”

“I’m going to run Homeworld. I was built to rule and lead.”

“Hmm. Interesting. I wouldn’t follow you.” Beau said.

“Why not?! I’m strong. I’ll be stronger then you one day and I’m able warrior.”

“You sound the part but you have no vision or mastery over yourself and powers. Your like a storm of energy and power but you have your limits and your directionless. Homeworld follows Martin because we believe in him and he has a vision for us. He has a direction he wants us to go and he never gives up. No matter how bad shit gets he’ll keep his shit together and lead us through the shit. Where would you take Homeworld?”

“I don’t know, yet.” Ryu admitted.

Beau nodded. “At least your honest. Why are you here?”

“How long many years did it take you to master your powers.”

Beau shook his head. “Not about years. It’s about knowing yourself and testing the limits. How willing are you to test yourself? To push yourself past those limits or adjust around them to best suit your needs for the moment.” Beau asked.

“Is that how you beat me?” Ryu asked. “Did you just keep pushing yourself past whatever limits you had that divided us in power.” He asked.

“Yes.” Beau said simply.

“Can you kill me now?” Ryu said.

Beau shrugged. “As you are now? Yes. I wouldn’t even need to get up from my wheelchair to do it. But, it doesn’t interest me at all now and neither should it interest you.” He said.

“I know who Angel is? I can pay her a little visit tonight. What? You don’t like that old man. Find then you can teach me how you were able too beat me last time.”

Beau smiled but said nothing as he reached for his phone. “Hey, could you come here a second. Yeah. Yeah. Alright. Bye.” He said put his phone down. “You were saying.”

“Who did just talk to? Martin or Qade?” Ryu asked.

“So you know about Angel. Why are you mentioning her to me now?” Beau asked.

“Tell me, how you beat me and-” Ryu said.

The door slide open. “What the fuck are you doing in here?” Jessica demanded.

“Hey Love. I was just-” Ry said.

“Fuck that shit. Your not supposed to be in here. Your rank has been lowered. You don’t have clearance to even talk to Beau. I told you no bullshit right now. Come on.” Jessica grabbed Ryu’s hand and dragged him outside.

“You fucking asshole told my girl to come get me? You cheap, bitch-ass mother fucker.” Ryu said cursing Beau out.

“Shut the fuck up, Ryu. Before I put something in your mouth to make you shut up.” Jessica screamed at him.

“What? Your ass?! Well I wouldn’t mind a-” Ryu said.

“Holy shit. Would you stop talking so loud. What fuck is your problem today? Hey. Hey?! Damn let go of me. Ryu. Ryu?! Put me down. Now. Where are you going?! Stop it. You are not taking me to my apartment.” Jessica said in a voice that was husky with sexual tension.

“Of course I’m not. I’m taking you to mean. My bed is bigger.” Ryu said.

Beau relaxed and smiled as he went back to his work. His communicator went off on his shirt. He tapped it with his fingers. “Techno here. What’s up!” He said.

“Beau. It’s E. I need to talk to you before the news hits the newsfeeds online.” She said quickly.

Beau dropped his tools and sighed. “What is it E? Is it Rider?” He asked.

“Yes. Things are about to change. quickly. I found the means to contain Rider’s powers and eliminate the threat to his life. The solution isn’t easy but it will solve for other problems happening to our people.” She said quickly to quickly.

“Save the bullshit. Get to part that afraid of telling me.” Beau said.

“Rider is going to prison for five years. During that time period there will be changes throughout the country. Our people will have to be collared. I’ll send your collar to you though it will be for sure. Your condition won’t be able to contained by the technology you helped invent. Rider will be put into private prison and not the general population of the people.” She said.

Beau stare at nothing and then picked up his tools and started working again. His communicator buzzed again.

“Beau. Beau are you there?! I promise he won’t be harmed. He will survive and get out. I have people that will protect him.” E said.

Beau tapped his communicator. “Does the President want him dead?” He asked.

“Yes. But he’ll survive. It’s only five years afterward he can retire and they’ll forget about him. He’ll survive he’s survived worse during the early days of blue dawn.” She said.

“Goodbye. If he survives you won. If he doesn’t I blame myself for believing you. Either case. Don’t tell him where I am. Just tell him I died.” Beau said.

“Stop it. I promise. He will survive this. We’ve worked hard for this moment. Hold on. Just hold on a little longer.” She said.

“Goodbye E. I hope he survives and you get what you want. Either case I’m done. Don’t call me again.” I said.

“I’ll talk to you five years.” E said.

Blue Technomancer CHAPTER 27

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Chapter 27

Beau sat at his work bench in his apartment worrying about whether the mission would go well or not. He didn’t trust Ryu not to fuck it up some how though he knew Ryu cared about Jessica….

“You still thinking about getting back in the game, Techno?” Angel asked.

“Angel?!” Beau breathed out her name in gasp of surprise.

Beau turned in his seat and stared at a tall female in a blue uniform with motorcycle helmet on. She walked over to him. She had a sway to her hips and a supply curve to her body. She placed a gloved hand on his cheek.

“Hey handsome. You miss me.” Angel said.

Beau stared up at her. “You won’t let me see your face yet. Why?”

“It’s not time, Handsome. Your still on guard against me. I ain’t no one night stand. I’m sticking around. I got the ride out front. You want me to give you a lift?”

Beau’s legs formed under him as he pushed himself up and stood nearly at her height. His head came to her chin. “I know your height and body type. I’ll be able to pick you out in Homeworld.” He said coolly even as the pain from his prosthetic legs. He needed an upgrade no time like the present. He sat on the edge of desk a moment while he formed a simpler from of prosthetic legs he could move better.

“Are your legs hurting?” Angel asked in concern.

Beau waved away her concern.. “I know what you look like now.” He said forming new blue legs as he spoke.

“You do?” Angel asked and turned to look over to two other females that were dressed like her in the same outfit and helmet. “What do you think ladies.

The girls giggled they shook their heads.

Beau groaned and came to his feet in his new legs. There was soreness to them but no pain at least not yet. “Damn. Hold on. Let me get my gun.” He said moving over to his safe. He unlocked it by keying in a code. The door opened and he got out a long rife case.

“I don’t think your going to need that.” Angel said.

Beau frowned at her. “Why not?! A soldier needs his weapon.”

Angel shook her head. “Your not a soldier anymore. You don’t need to use it anyone.” She said and then held up a single bullet. “You only need this. Your mind and body can do the rest.”

Beau frowned but put down his rifle and reached for the bullet with his mind pulling it from her hand to his. He held it.

“We’ll give you a few minutes. Ladies let’s go warm of the ride.” Angel said heading out the door with her friends.

Metal and weapon pieces were pulled to the bullet as Beau walked slow to the door. He heard boots touch down on the floor boards behind him. He paused frowning. “I was expecting you much sooner. Why are you showing up now of all times?” He said.

“Techno.” Eddie Long spoke softly.

Beau half turned to look first at Eddie Long who stood in a green uniform with SD on the breast pocket. His partner who was dressed the same had on a face shield.

Beau focused on Eddie. “If you came here to kill me let’s get to it.” He said.

Eddie grimaced. “We came here to ask a favor. The government wants Jessica Remo in Supers Division. We had to take her on. We didn’t know you were involved.” HE said.

Beau shook his head. “I’m not the one you should worried about. She belongs to Homeworld. We will take her back.” He said.

Eddie stiffened at his words. “Our people are under orders. We can’t let her go. My partner and I were hoping things can be resolved with a whole lot of people getting killed.”

“Give her up then and take the heat from the normals.” Beau said.

“We can’t.” Eddie said.

Beau turned his head to the side. “You can’t or you won’t?”

“We can’t!” Eddie said. “We’re under some type of hypnosis and orders by our handler. We can’t afford to buck them at this time. If you can take him out we put up that much of fight.” He said.

The other man handed Beau a 8’11 photo of the handler. Beau stared at Ethan Remo. “This is Ethan Remo. I don’t care what he did. Homeland will-“

Eddie shook his head. “Ethan Remo was killed two weeks by this man.” He said.

“What No. No. You’re lying?! It can’t be. No.” Beau said.

“Mr. Remo wanted out of the arrangement between them.” Eddie’s partner said calmly. “Agent Hall killed him in a fight and then put the rest of us under hypnosis.”

The picture fell from Beau’s hand as his armor started to form around his body until his helmet formed around his head. He looked up at them from his faceless mask.

“I’ll handle it from here.” Beau said coldly as a blue light brightened his body and then he moved with advanced speed.

Beau moved fast racing past both men down like they were standing still and into the hallway toward the stairway. He raced away jumping down fleets of stairs at a time until he was down stairs and he headed to the garage area.

He wasn’t surprised to find Angel and her girls there waiting for him. Angel stood by modified black SUV. I ignored them as I appeared and jumped onto a motorcycle and started it up. The garage door opened up and then minute it was cleared I drove through the door with the Angel following me in the SUV.