Avalon 8.9 Metal Men, part 4 of 4

Baron Edgar stopped in the street where he had to shout to get everyone’s attention.  “My lord, Duke William.  My lord Roger de Montgomery.  I have a surprise for you.”

John was in front of the duke and did not move.  Lockhart and Decker stepped up to the two sides of the duke so he could not go around.  Decker had his rifle and Lockhart had his shotgun ready.  Duke William glanced at the two big men and decided to take the veiled warning seriously.  He would keep his distance and return the shout.

“Edgar.  You served well in bringing peace to Normandy.  What is it you want?”  He asked because his nobles always seemed to want something.

“Englebroad.  What is it you want?” Katie shouted.  She saw Baron Edgars face considerably brighten as he recognized who he was looking at.

“Ah!  The Travelers from Avalon.  Such good fortune,” he said, as Hubert and Bernard scooted up to the wagon and behind the oxen for as much cover as they could find.  They had crossbows, but they stopped near the limit of their range.  They knew the weapons the travelers carried had a much longer range.  “But you will have no time for that hated Gott-Druk to set his screens, unless he wants to slice through the buildings and people.”

“What are your intentions?” Lockhart yelled.

Baron Edgar positively grinned.  “My intention is to delete William and Roger de Montgomery so Normandy is thrown into chaos and England will never be invaded.  England will remain a squabbling, broken, one might say war-like tribal nation for centuries.  It will never become an empire and spread that cursed Western Christian Civilization around the world.  The Masters prefer that ignorance, superstition, and a decided lack of science continue in most of the world for the foreseeable future.  Killing you travelers will just be a bonus.”

The wagon shook so hard, it almost lost a wheel.  Something stepped from behind and came up alongside Edgar.  The doctor came with the thing, though he kept back.  The two guards that brought the wagon took one look at the thing and ran off screaming.  People stared.  It looked nearly human, but it had metal parts everywhere, which made it look more like a robot.

“Cyborg,” John said.

“Makes sense of Elder Stow’s mixed readings,” Lincoln mumbled.

Decker took a shot at the thing, but it appeared to have a personal shield and rejected the bullet.  Edgar pointed at the blacksmith shop and said something the others could not hear.  Katie shouted.

“Look Out.  Incoming.”

People ducked and got behind something, including the two from Brittany who evidently heard that phrase before.  William stood staring, so John tackled him.  The cyborg raised his hand and fired three bursts of flaming red laser-like power at the shop.  Gerald got fried.  The furnace blew up.  A wagon beside the entrance also blew up and sent splinters everywhere.  Boston got a splinter the size of her pinky finger driven into her thigh.  The others got pounded with wood and metal, but because of the armor they wore, or the thickened fairy weave, the shrapnel did not penetrate.

John got off William.  He had called his armor before he tackled his Duke.  Now he knelt behind a pole that held up the roof and watched, and William looked over his shoulder.

Edgar pointed again and this time, he spoke up.  “Destroy the shop and kill everyone in it.”  The cyborg lifted both arms, but it appeared he needed to build up his energy to make a massive blast at the shop.  By then, Elder Stow was ready.

Elder Stow, with Sukki and Tony, had gone unnoticed by the servants of the masters.  He pulled out the disc he used earlier on Sukki and Boston.  It did not take long to magnetize the disc, and he threw it, even as Baron Edgar pointed.  The disc bounced, but the magnet caught, and the disc raced to attach itself to the cyborg’s metal leg.  Elder Stow turned on the screens, and the cyborg looked down at its own leg, even as Edgar shouted.  The screens cut off Edgar’s right arm which plopped to the ground outside the circle of the screen.

The cyborg may have recognized something about the disc, though it hardly had time to analyze it.  It may have sensed the screens that sprang up around it, but it may have been too late to stop the discharge of its weapon.  Either that, or it may have set its weapon off assuming it would break through the screens, or maybe in an attempted suicide.  No telling how much the cyborg enhanced mind calculated in that short amount of time.  Neither John nor the travelers had any idea what the cyborg may have been feeling, or how it was being controlled, most likely against its will.

The red energy blast stayed inside the screens and perfectly outlined the globe.  The ground beneath the Cyborg’s feet churned and some stones exploded and became like magma.  The air inside the globe turned red.  No one could see inside, but it did not last long.  The red energy stopped at once and Elder Stow shook his screen device and shrugged.

Baron Edgar appeared to be no more than charred bones that collapsed to the ground in a crumpled heap.  The cyborg melted almost everywhere, and the flesh elements, including brains and other organs, burned completely to ash to blow away in the wind.

Hubert and Bernard stood with their mouths hanging open.  “Major,” Decker yelled, and shot Bernard.  Hubert started to run, so Decker shot him as well.  Katie had the scope on her rifle.  She spied the doctor down the street.  He turned away, hoping to get lost among the early risers, but Katie aimed, and shot the man.  He went down and she ran to him, to make sure he was dead.  “How many times do I have to kill this man?” she asked herself.

Decker went out to check on Hubert and Bernard.  Alexis and Lincoln checked on Boston.  Alexis sent Lincoln to borrow Eder Stows device that could extract the thorn without further injuring Boston’s leg.  John and William walked out to meet Elder Stow, Tony, and Sukki who hovered over the bones of Baron Edgar and the remains of the cyborg.  Roger de Montgomery, Sir Guy, and the Brits, Sir Richard and Sir Hugh came behind.

“Remarkable body armor,” William said about the cyborg.

John looked at him.  “I would have guessed you would go for the weapon.”

“No,” William said, sounding certain.  “A weapon is only good if you know how to use it, and only as good as the man using it.  That takes special skill and knowledge.  But armor is something a man does not have to make for himself, and good armor makes sure that good man can use that good weapon.”

“There is logic in that,” Roger said as he came up.

“Yes, but sadly this armor is something we cannot make in our best foundry, much less in a simple blacksmith shop.  I do know a little about metal and what can be worked,” John said as Elder Stow interrupted him.

“A-ha.  Here it is.”  He had made a fairy weave glove because the cyborg metal would take a while to cool.  He used a stick, which caught fire, but extracted his disc from what was left of the cyborg’s leg.  “Dead as one of your doornails.  I can do that a bit over a dozen times and then I will be out of discs.”

“Hope you don’t have to do that again,” John said.

“So.”  William moved on to the next subject.  “Tell me abut Edgar.  He did support me in my early days.”

“He wanted to be sure you became the ruler of Normandy so when he killed you it would throw everything into chaos,” John said.

“And these people?” Roger asked.

“Connected,” John answered.  “Complicated and hard to believe.”

Lockhart spoke.  “Our home is a thousand years in the future,” he said.  “Edgar or Engle, or whatever name he is using, has another life in the future as well and he is not a good person there, either.  Our job is to help clean out time and make sure the bad guys don’t win.”

Lincoln got Elder Stow’s attention, saying Boston had a splinter in her leg that long.  He showed with his hands.

“Boston,” Sukki said, and ran to the shop, turning on a little speed.  Elder Stow, Lincoln, and Tony walked there.

Scripture tells us sometimes we entertain angels unaware,” John said.  “Well, I think sometimes we entertain demons unaware as well.  You never know.”


John de Belleme, alias Ernulf de Hesdin rode north with Richard and two dozen men of Brittany and two dozen Normans sent by William.  They would stop at Edgar’s place.  John felt sure the cyborg crashed somewhere around that spot.

William agreed to sail up the coast with his Normans, any others who might join him from Brittany, and any men the King of France might send and meet John and the men of Flanders at St. Valery sur Somme.  He hoped a contingent of men from the Holy Roman Empire might join them.  The emperor agreed to the plan.  No telling how it was explained to the man.  The Pope was being a stickler, but William imagined the Pope would come around when he succeeded.

That gave John the whole month of August to find the crashed ship and deal with whatever else needed to be delt with in Edgar’s place.

Hugh kept the three hundred, and when the ships arrived, he loaded them for the trip to St. Valery so the ships could be sent back to be used again.  Hugh imagined wherever they landed across the channel on the English shore, they would need the ships to shuttle supplies from the continent.

Meanwhile, an elder Knight by the name of Alan led the travelers into Brittany and used their trip to try and drum up support for William’s invasion of England.  It was not easy.  The Angles, Saxons and Brits were trading partners, but Brittany was more invested in Cornwall, Wales, and Ireland, so it was not impossible, and some gathered for the fight.

Alan was apparently an old friend of John’s father, Oliver.  Alan’s son, Flaad, was part of the John, Richard, and Hugh circle of friends, and he shared some stories about John, a few of which the travelers did not necessarily need to know.

Finally, when the travelers found the time gate and prepared to go through, Lincoln complained about their alien encounter.  “We just got rid of Apes and Flesh Eaters, and we get thrust into cyborgs and genetically altered people.”

Katie explained.  She and Lockhart talked to John before he rode off and he tried to explain the basics for them.  “Their world got invaded, but they were sort of like us with many nations.  They needed help defending their planet, but two different nations came up with two different solutions.  One altered their own genes to produce super smart super soldiers.  The other made men into cyborgs.  Both easily threw the invaders off their planet, but now they are fighting each other.  They have about killed their own planet, and with the space technology they garnered from their invaders, they are spreading their fight into nearby space.”

“Great,” Lincoln said in his sarcastic best voice.  “I can’t wait to meet some super soldiers.”

“Ha!” Boston laughed her fake laugh and rubbed her leg where she had been wounded.”

“Come on,” Sukki called to Boston, and they moved into the next time zone.



Another 4-part episode with posts on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday.

The travelers find themselves in Feudal Japan at the beginning of the age of the Samurai and the Shogun, and they run into some of those alien super soldiers Lincoln is worried about.  Until then,  Happy Reading.


Guardian Angel-15 Lars Hjorth, part 2 of 3

“We know of very few small arms that can penetrate your energy screens, and they are in the hands of five peoples.  You know the Gaian and the Elders, and I would not worry about the other three.  One is verbally supportive of our work to establish guardians, one is in a time of withdrawal where traveling in the worlds has itself become a divisive issue, and the Shinarites are determined to be neutral about everything and claim that they only wish to visit the worlds, peacefully.”

The cyborg Veek stopped firing.  Lars, obviously unaffected, spoke again.  “I order you to get off my world, now.”  He signaled, and the militia came up in battle formation.

“Of course, I would not flaunt it.”  Jill added as an afterthought.

Veek got angry and curious, but not upset at Lars’ survival.  He briefly fingered the gun at his own side, but noted Lars’ stance and he knew the man was a very quick draw.  He clearly decided not to risk possible death, even with his enhanced cyborg speed.  “But don’t you know?”  Veek said calmly as he made his own signal.  “Half the militia is mine already.”  About half, or more accurately, a third of the men came to stand behind Veek.

“Mexican standoff.”  Ethan mumbled.

Peter Alexander interrupted with another question.  “But why have your Elders not intervened.  Surely the cyborgs constitute importing technology.”

“Not at all.”  Jill answered.  “The cyborgs are who they are and what they are, and the Elders have nothing against visitors, or even settlers, no matter how intrusive that may be.  They probably did not bring much in the way of control collars and such, so they are not likely to be worth any attention from the Elders at all.”

The firefight started.  Lars caught Veek with a bullet in the shoulder, but then he had to run with his men and find cover in the woods.  Veek’s men went to ground or ran behind the house and out buildings.  Once safe for the moment, Lars signaled for Yohanson to circle with his men around behind the barn.  Shots continued to be fired from both sides along with an occasional energy beam from one of the cyborgs, but very few people were hit after the opening salvo.

Ethan fiddled with the view screen controls to cause the trees and buildings to take on a shadowy image so they could clearly see the men and their movements.

“Good.”  DeMartin spoke right away.  “He is cutting off any possible escape.”  Then the Colonel excused himself as if needing a trip to the bathroom.

“But how can they close in across those open farm fields.  It looks like a stand-off to me, too.”  Peter Alexander was concerned.

“They need cavalry for a quick charge.”  Ali Pasha suggested, drawing on his limited knowledge of military matters.

“Hand to hand would not be recommended with those things.”  Manomar understood that much.

“Look.”  Peter Alexander pointed, but they all saw it.  Something big was being brought out from the barn.  “Their parallel earth mover?”  Alexander wondered.

“No,” Ethan said.  “Artillery.”  He touched the Main.  There was a quick flash of blue light, and the artillery piece vanished along with the cyborgs toting it.

“Ethan!”  Jill scolded him.

“That weapon might bring the Neanderthal.”  He argued in his own defense.

“Probably not by itself,” Jill responded, and Ethan wondered exactly where the Elders drew that line.  He watched Yohanson and his men expertly turned back from their encircling maneuver, and then he watched the cyborgs as they began to gather for a charge.  Manomar was right.  Hand to hand with that crew was not to be recommended, and with their laser eyes, he had no doubt they could cross the farm field more or less intact.

“Forgive me, Jill.  I love you.”  Ethan kissed her and touched another button.

“What?” Jill moved, but she could not move fast enough to shut the doors, or maybe she did not want to.  DeMartin and his healthy troops came pouring out of two openings that Ethan had rigged in advance to be on either side of the farm.  The tide of battle turned quickly again as deMartin’s World War One vintage rifles began to strike home.  The idea of a cyborg charge was abandoned in favor of staying behind cover.

Jill did not do anything to Ethan except take Ethan’s hand and gently stroke it.  She let her nervousness come out against his skin.  She squeezed a couple of times, once hard when Lars appeared to take a bullet.  Fortunately, his particle screen was strong enough to deflect the projectile.  She squeezed again, almost harder, when Kirsten went down.  Yon Veek hovered over her like a mother hen protecting her chick, but then he took two shots in the back, arched up with a cry and collapsed.

The tide turned again when some ordinary men and women, either cyborgs posing as natives or natives rebuilt with cyborg technology, came out from the town led by the not quite dead Svensen.  They trapped deMartin and Lars between them and the farmhouse, and while the numbers on each side were about the same, Lars and the Colonel were surrounded and forced to answer fire from both directions with only some scant trees for cover.

Jill started a continual squeeze on Ethan’s hand until Ethan had to pull his hand free with an “Ouch.”

“Sorry.”  She went to put her nails in her mouth, but Ethan caught and held her hand to do a little rubbing of his own.

The firefight went on sporadically for the next hour.  Lars’ militia was obviously well trained, and deMartin’s were professional soldiers; but the foreign cyborgs became easy to spot after a while because they were obviously also professional soldiers; and of course, the militia cyborgs had been trained by Lars as surely as his own men.

Veek and his troops were trapped in the barn and farm house.  The cyborgs from town had their own trees across a back farm field from where Lars and the Colonel were trapped.  The only dangerous moment came near the end of the hour when some of the townspeople found a ditch that ran from just off their position right up close to deMartin’s flank.  Fortunately, deMartin’s troops pulled out some hand grenades, and though they did little damage to the cyborgs, they did scare off the townspeople.

By the end of that hour, few men and few cyborgs had been struck with any sort of injury.  The shooting had petered down to occasional sharp shooting.  There did not appear to be an easy way out of their situation unless one side or the other eventually ran out of bullets.  It was then that there came a waffling in the air.  That was how Ethan later described it.

“Incoming.”  Jill pointed to the Main where the vibrations registered.

“Elders?”  Ethan asked.

Jill shook her head.  “Not a recognizable signature, and there is no telling when the Elders come and go.”

“A new group?  Maybe more cyborgs,” Ethan suggested.

“I hope not,” Jill said.  They stilled their conversation to watch.  It was apparently a rough transition into the world and it was some time before a warship solidified about a thousand feet above the battle.  It was a big ship, possibly their version of a battleship, whoever they were, though it was not nearly the size of Ethan and Jill’s fighter-destroyer.

“Class M, one of their main battleships, the history is now available.  They are from the cyborg world, but they are not cyborgs.”

“I could have told you that without reading the history,” Ethan responded and pointed.  He had set a simple barrier around the whole battlefield so the cyborgs within would not be able to escape, and they were presently running, trying as hard as they could to escape.

“How do you know who they are?”  Ali Pasha asked.  “You said they were new which I thought meant they would be unknown to you.”

“This ship’s scanners reached out even before they fully materialized and read everything about them, their specifications, computer information, whatever histories they had aboard, cultural, social information, and so on.”

“And do they know this; that you have read them?”  Ali Pasha asked.

“Certainly not,” Jill responded with some pride, but then she remembered that anything much above horses and swords was equally remarkable to Ali Pasha.  It would take a long time as a guardian before he could begin to distinguish one level of technology from another.

“I take it the Gaian don’t like surprises.”  Peter Alexander spoke up.

“I would guess not,” Ethan responded.  Jill said nothing.  She was poking through the new information.

The battleship landed on the field in front of the house, and barely fit without skimming the trees or crushing an out building or the barn.  It was a well-piloted craft, Ethan noted.  They all watched as a door opened on either side of the ship and men with weapons came pouring out.  There was a pulse of some kind which Lars and deMartin felt in their chests, like a vibration, but it did not otherwise affect them.  The cyborgs, however, at least the ones they could see appeared to fall to the ground, paralyzed.

Guardian Angel-15 Lars Hjorth, part 1 of 3

“Are you sure?”  Ethan asked once more.

“He needs to do his job without depending on us,” Jill answered, as she always did.

“Lars.”  Ethan called through the projector without sending his image.  “The senior judge is in his office.  The collar is still present.  Godspeed.”  He closed down the communicator having borrowed Doctor Augustus’ word, and opened the door.

Lars stepped out on to the wooden courthouse floor.  He put his belt and six-shooter in a comfortable position and pulled the gun part of the way up from the holster twice, only to let it fall again into its cradle.  He looked at the door, like he considered knocking; but then he turned and waved to the air and showed a big grin across his face.  He knew the others were watching.  At once, the big man turned his shoulder to the door, and with a roar, he burst into the office.  The senior judge looked up, but only in time to see Lars’ big hand grab his collar.

Lars hauled the man to his feet as the collar began to disintegrate.  “Who gave this to you?”  Lars demanded an answer.  “Who do you work for?”

The Judge appeared to choke, hardly able to speak.  When Lars loosened his grip, the man sank back into his seat and looked as if all of the energy drained from his body.  He shook his head several times while Lars continued to repeat his question.

Jill interrupted the action by speaking to all who were watching from the control room.  “Those collars were made by a people on the verge of breaking into the Worlds.  They were made to interrogate people accused of some crime so those people could either convict themselves or clear themselves.  It was what you might call the ultimate lie-detector.”  She added that last for Ethan before she spoke again to everyone.  “The Sorvee picked them up at one point, and now they are in the hands of a half-dozen groups or more that travel through the Worlds.  They are so common these days, even the Elders pay them no attention.”

“Veek.”  The judge whispered at last in a barely audible voice.  Jill replayed the name so everyone in the control room could hear, even as Lars turned and left the man to his own troubles.  The courthouse guards were in the doorway and for a moment it looked like they might try to block Lars’ way, but they honestly looked uncertain about what to do.

“Lars Veek.”  Ethan mused during that tense moment.  “Wonder what’s up for Next Veek.”

“Hush.”  Jill slapped his hand for old time’s sake.

“Sjoren.”  Lars snapped at one of the men in the doorway.  “Raise the militia on the double.  Hans.”  He turned on the other man.  “Get lieutenants Yohanson and Svensen here.  Move it, soldier!”

Both men snapped to attention and saluted.  “Captain!”  They took off, while Lars went to find the other judges.

“Militia Captain.”  The comment came from Colonel deMartin, and he did not sound surprised.

“I don’t know what he expects to find at the Veek farm, though.”  Peter Alexander voiced his curiosity.

“Probably things he has seen which did not make sense before his guardianship,” Ali Pasha suggested, and the others agreed that that was probably it.

“What’s up, Lars, er, Captain?”  A younger man, almost as big as Lars came bounding into the room.  A smaller man who was more Lars’ age followed, but he walked more slowly as if to suggest that whatever was up did not concern him.

“Trouble at the Veek farm,” Lars said.  “And my drinking buddy, Bjorn, the Recording Judge is missing.”

“Trouble?”  The big young man asked.

“Treason, Yohanson,” Lars said and put his hand reassuringly on the young man’s shoulder before he paused.  He took a whiff of air, let his nose draw in the smell, like a Nelkorian, and he slapped the smaller man, Svensen and sent him sprawling across the floor.

“What did you do that for?”  Yohanson looked shocked by Lars’ sudden violence, but then Svensen hardly looked dazed apart from a small drop of blood on his lip.  He had a look in his eye which suggested he was going to kill Lars, but Lars had already pulled a weapon from an inside pocket of his jacket.  He fired.

“Why that sneak!”  Ethan said with a smile.

Half of Svensen’s face melted to reveal a skull of metal.  One arm and one leg from the thigh down were also metal, finely made, and apparently impervious to pulse microwave weapons.  The microwave also did not affect the man’s natural flesh—the parts that remained metal free.  Probably a screen strong enough to repel the microwaves.  Svensen was a cyborg of some kind, and the microwave weapon was not strong enough or sophisticated enough to do any real damage.

“I told Veek it was too risky letting a humanoid command the militia.”  Svensen said.  He looked ready to leap, but Lars was too quick on the draw and three bullets sent Svensen clattering back against the wall.  Maybe the cyborg had screens against energy weapons, but they were not impervious to old-fashioned bullets.  There were a few sparks in Svensen’s arm and from the metallic side of his head, and at least one bullet appeared to hit around the heart.  Svensen passed out and if he was still alive, it looked like he might not live long.

“What kind of creature is this?”  Yohanson sounded like a choirboy whose voice had not yet changed.  “And where is Svensen?”

Lars pointed at the man crumpled against the wall.  “That is Svensen.  He has been fooling us all along.”

“Veek?”  Yohanson put his thoughts together.  Lars nodded.

“And who knows how many others, but now we know that bullets can take them out.”

“But Captain—” Lars hushed the younger man and led him outside where the motley group of militiamen were hastily forming ranks.


“Lars Hjorth!”  Veek shouted from his doorway as Lars approached.  Veek took about twenty steps out to meet Lars, but stopped about ten feet away.

“Lars Veek.”  Lars returned the name with the addition, “Or whatever your real name is.”  He watched as Bjorn the judge, his sickly green collar still intact, came out holding Angelica by the elbow.  Yon Veek had Kirsten in his grip, though he did not look to be hurting her and she did not appear to be struggling.

“The whole militia.”  Veek noticed and smiled.  “You boys on maneuvers.  Can’t be too ready for the Anglish.”

“Cut it, cyborg,” Lars said.

Veek’s eyes widened a little.  “So, you know a little something.  I would not have expected anyone in this world would even know the concept.”  He spoke with a bit of a sly grin.  “But why should we be enemies?”  Lars made no response, so Veek continued.  “With our help, it will be an easy thing to overcome the Anglish.  The Dutch in New Amsterdam and the other small outposts down to the Venetians in Florida pose no threat.  The Danish in Vineland are few, it being a cold and harsh country.  Why, in not many years, New Sweden could control the whole continent, and our children could rule like Kings and Queens of old.”  He pointed back at Yon and Kirsten.  “Consider what is best for your daughter, friend Hjorth.  With our help, we can soon turn this primitive world into a futuristic wonder.”

Jill grabbed Ethan’s arm.  This was a delicate moment.  Temptation could be hard to resist.

Lars shook his head.  “I have seen what future wars can do to destroy the whole world.  That might also be called a futuristic wonder.  I believe the time to live in peace is now, before it is too late.”

“And the children?”

“The children will have grandchildren in peace and security.  You will take your cyborgs and leave my Earth.  You have unlawfully intruded into my world, and I have seen what our primitive bullets can do, so I suggest you leave while you can.”

“Lars.”  The man sounded disappointed.  “And I really liked you.  I was looking forward to having you as an in-law.”

“Get your metal armpits off my world.”  Lars responded sharply.  He always knew there was something he did not like about the man, and now he knew what it was.  “In my world we will rise or fall on our own merit, and that is that.”

“Your world?”  Veek grew angry.  “I would say it is my world.”  There was a sudden burst of energy from one of Veek’s eyes, and it struck Lars dead center.  Jill interrupted while the others had their eyes glued to the screen and they heard Angelica and Kirsten cry out, “Lars!” and “Papa!”