PASSION FOR TINION (WIP Novel 120,000 words)
© Cupideros, October 21, 2006
CHAPTER 4: CLONE LEO
© Cupideros, October 22, 2006
Lord Tweezer sat in his throne room. The metal workspace gave off an impression of dedication work and military discipline. His metal desk stood in the center. His metal chair he rarely used. He preferred to stand when going over reports in private. His bed, metals frame with a thin blanket on top. The bookcases held various military manuals from 4,000 B.C Tinion up to the present 6,666 A.D. He was always fascinated with war as a child.
He considered love a second rate emotion. He didn't indulge in it though he had sex with women and plenty of women in waiting who wanted to marry him. But the thrill walking into a defeated town or removing officials from previous positions of power thrilled him like no other. Well, like no other experience other than eating lush Tinaviel Grapes.
He went over to the freeze box a rather old but efficient tool and retrieved the full bowl of purple grapes. He loved their sweet taste. "Mmmmm. If I didn't have the burdens of being Lord of Galan, I'd become a farmer." He ate several as he walked around his workspace. He admired his ancestors, mother and father deceased because of a Quoardian seeker bomb guided by a video monitor and a picture of them in its bullseye. He found his grandfather a real source of bravo. His grandfather was once Galan Chess Champion. He had taught Lord Tweezer how to play the war board game.
This sordid business of love didn't seem proper at this time. And he was a man of fixed determination. Do this. Do that. Follow through until you can reach your next goal. He needed to settle things. One unify the entire Tinion planet under his rule. End this stupid war. Only first, the Quoardians stood in his way. And now the entire planet itself seems to be thwarting his will.
At least he had the finest security agency, Silth. They were ruthless cold-blooded sneaky killers with silky smiles and an inability to admit defeat. Their penchant for telling lies irritated him, yes. But he'd straighten them out after this war was over. After he possibly saved the planet. He wasn't even quite sure if he wanted to share the glory of saving the planet with a woman. Warriors who save the planet with women are overlooked in history. History is valuable. Others in the future can learn from my actions. Marriage where is the real worth in that?
Again Lord Tweezer felt called upon to use his instincts and play along. The clear course I am not capable of grasping. "I'll see where things go with this."
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Lord Tweezer stood in his training room. Various weapons from an old spear, from the ancient times, to the latest psi enhanced body magnet gun stood hooked on the three steel walls. The bare steel floor had numerous scuff and tread marks from the rubber heels and boots.
"Bring in my clone," Lord Tweezer announced to Legöndel his low-level assistant.
Legöndel brought the clone Leo in.
"Get out!" Lord Tweezer said, cool but loud voice. When Legöndel was gone, Lord Tweezer looked him over up and down. His clone repeated these movements. Lord Tweezer walked back toward the flint-tip spear. He pressed his fingertip on the sharp point. He picked it up and tossed one spear to the clone, who caught it with ease. Lord Tweezer picked up an identical spear for himself. "Let's see what you know about me." Lord Tweezer lunged at the Clone Leo who deftly avoided it by spinning away to his left. Leo then made a stabbing motion, but Lord Tweezer and already whirled his spear upward and knocked Leo's spear up out of his hands.
"I am not skilled with the spear," Lord Tweezer.
"And why not? It is a weapon of war. You should be experienced in all weapons. I have not had time in this training. Rolith and Legondel my trainer said I had more important things to learn. Like your likes and dislikes of women, food, vacations, and more advanced weapons."
"Lord Tweezer went up to the clone. Raise your shirt."
"What?"
"Raise your shirt!"
Clone Leo raised his shirt, a strange smile crawled on his face.
"Are those real molecular bullet holes?" He went up and put his fingers on the scars. "How did you get those?"
"Rolith, shot me."
"Shot you?" Lord Tweezer paused thinking what manner of man would shoot a clone. Then he halfway nodded his head. "Of course, of course."
"I had on one of our bullet proof vest at the time. There is scaring on the insid. It itches when it rains."
"How do you feel being made to look like me?"
"You are a wealthy man. In a position of power. I," and Leo hesitated. "I'd love to be able to assist you in various duties."
"Put your shirt back on. At least you're not arrogant." Lord Tweezer sneered at the clone, and more and more it irritated him that this being looked identical in every outward way. "No matter, we shall continue." Lord Tweezer walked over and retrieved to fencing swords. He threw one to Leo. "You seem more confortable with swords."
"I have had training in this. It was used for duel on old earth."
"Yes and you know its is very very hard to DIE," Lord Tweezer said loudly as he began slashing at the clone who countered with considerable skill. "It . . . is very . . . hard to die by the . . . sword. Only a couple of strikes can bring instantaneous victory. Not like in the movies," he said snapping his right foot forward quickly gaining on Clone Leo pushing him into a corner.
The Leo fought back and parry nicely he had a kind of lightness with the sword that reminded him of his own training with Master Pomir. Now out of the corner Lord Tweezer stopped. "Nicely done, you've trained with Master Pomir I see."
As soon as the Leo began to speak, Lord Tweezer rushed him. Leo struck straight ahead but Lord Tweezer anticipating the move struck downward and rushed him. Now their swords were making X's and they were face to face, man-to-man, eyeball to eyeball. The two grunted looking for an opening. Lord Tweezer finding none jumped back. "I see you've strength," Lord Tweezer said circling his thin sword in the air. Leo learned now to remain quiet and watch for a surprise attack. None came and Lord Tweezer said, "Good. You're learning." Lord Tweezer dropped his sword point to the floor. He held out his right hand for Leo's sword. "Come. Come. No tricks. We continued with another weapon. Leo handed Lord Tweezer his sword. Lord Tweezer walked to the wall put up the swords.
"Leo," Lord Tweezer said facing and deciding which weapon was next. "No more frightening combat exist than hand-to-hand." Lord Tweezer turned around empty hand. He walked up to Leo casually. When within arm's length he said playfully, "Seeing your enemy sweat while he tries to take your life is amazing. Exhilarating. It takes great skill to kill with bare hands like in the old cave man days of old Earth. Come, Leo let's have a bout of Judo or martial arts. DEFEND YOURSELF!"
end chapter 4
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