Doctor Obolensky eyed the tiny gearing mechanism critically, before setting it aside. The deep rumble of thunder echoed, even here in the old villain’s laboratory under the observatory.
“It’s been a few years, Mister Riprock…how are things on Mars?”, he asked the burly man who had just finished stealthily slipping out of one of the ventilation ducts.
With a low growl, the man leaped, a jagged bone knife in each hand. Doctor Obolensky launched himself backwards at the last moment, rolling to his feet as the intruder smashed into the worktable, scattering tools and tiny gears.
“Mars is a miserable hell-hole, as you well know, Obolensky.” Riprock turned and glared. “You’ve gotten old….and slow.”
Obolensky eyed the line of blood starting to soak through the arm of his jacket. “Ah, yes, I’m afraid the years haven’t been as kind to me as they seem to have been to you. You hardly seem the what….late sixties it must be now?”
“The Mystic Eye of Om-Gah grants me vitality…I have not wasted the forty years I have been stranded on Mars, fiend. I am not the weakling I once was, and I will have my revenge!”. Riprock’s hands blurred, and the knives spun acrossthe room, pinning the old man’s lab coat to a sparking bit of machinery.
However the villain himself had disappeared…his voice trailed downward from the spiral staircase leading up into theobservatory. “You have no idea how glad I am to see you, Reef. The young people just don’t understand how to do things properly these days. No speeches or carriages chases, or swordfights on top of airships. All they want to do is shoot you. Say, have you looked up what’s-her-name since you got back? That girl you were sweet on…what was her name? Penelope? Penny?”.
Riprock muttered and charged up the stairs, only to be confronted by a rotund automaton with glowing eyes. With catlike grace, the warrior somersaulted over it’s flailing arms, landed behind it, and with a mighty heave, sent it tumbling down the staircase. “Primrose.”, he growled, his eyes shifting around the room. “Primrose Penworthy. She was the love of my life, and she’s married a loading dock clerk and has six grandkids. You stole my life!”.
“Well, that was my favorite Smashington.”, echoed the Doctor’s voice from behind one of the bookcases. “What say we call it even? And besides, I seem to recall that there were some stories about you and one of those Martian Princesses. Hmmm….let’s see.” There were noises of hasty rummaging Here we go!”, a gleaming length of steel described a lazy arc over the bookcase.”This should bring back some memories.”
The muscular intruder snapped the sword out of the air, and weighed it. “Calvary saber? Nice of you to provide such an appropriate instrument of your own death, Obolensky. And my relationship with Delah Nui is none of your business.Now why don’t you come out and let’s get this over with.”
“Sorry it’s not the original, but if you recall, it’s still stuck in that giant’s earlobe. Those were the days, eh?”, replied Obolensky, waving at Riprock from yet another staircase, a matching saber in his hand. “Of course, back then, I’d have had a few hundred minions for you to fight through. Sure you don’t want to reschedule? I can lay on a few locals, but they really aren’t up to your standards.”
Riprock muttered, and shoved a writing desk aside as he headed for the old man, who scampered up the stairs with a gleeful grin.
To be continued….