Double Disks by Edward Ashton Colin Hall chapter one: Six Buttons Gugan leaned upon his desk in a stance of haggard forebearance his laser gun with oscillating motor driver blue crystals, connected by an electrical cabel to it's energy cell backpack, just a short distance from his scarred hands, situated upon the table Gugan stared down at his ankle high jade booted feet through digitized, black, square laser eye protection goggles to defend from different types of laser burn by introplotating lenses to suit differing degrees of laser colour spectrum. Gugan's head inverted several degrees in angle to stare down at his blue smock coat, with an 's' shaped symbol upon it's front and centre with straight arms reaching out of the highest and lowest curvatures of the letter symbol with circles at the end of either line, the symbol standing out in white against a light blue cloth background. His matted, yellow hair extenuated the figure of his height and form in an ark of shiny curls obscured only by his squared eye protection goggles. Gugan shuffled his feet feeding his arms through the straps of the laser gun's energy cell backpack, his legs clad in inch thick cotton cloth trousers coloured metallic grey. Gugan grasped at the gun in a stance of weilding an attack, gesturing with both hands upon the weapon, shifting his gaze about his small octagonal shaped room, it's flooring a disk of black and white chequers, Gugans bed sat in the far north eastern corner of the room with his desk within the centre of it, the desk was a medium brown colouring and the bed a mass of unorganised white mattress, light grey blanket accompanied by an oblong white pillow at the furthest end of Gugan's bed. The walls of Gugan's room a concrete, light grey texturing, illuminated purely by artificial lighting, in the centre of the wall directly accross from the door controlled by security dial pads, was Gugan's computer terminal screen, he enjoyed virtual digitised games, video phone conferences with people from the 'stradsil household' that attributed the 's' shaped letter on the front of his blue smock coat, the computers control device was a small cuboid oblong black box with alphabetical keys arranged upon the top of it's plastic casing and a pointer controller as a rolling ball mechanism to interface with computationally generated systems, situated to the far right of the typing keys. Gugan released his right hand from grasping the trigger hand grip of his laser gun and pressed on the black computer's keys as the control box sat to the far left of his desk at an angle, the computer screen buzzed and flickered to display a starting screen then it fuzzed to a command log user interface, Gugans gnarled pale pink hands typed out 'compile omega', this was a chess based maze game, played as one human against a computer the objective is to collect items from the corners of the maze and while running around the digitized environment your digital character can hit his opponent with a cylindrical green hammer. Gugan adjusted the goggles on his head to see more clearly, he wheeled the pointer ball with his first finger and middle finger, navigating his tiny digital man through the ever shifting maze, at the bottom of the screen he sees three items he must collect to win the game, a gold brick, a knife, a white star. Gugan's eyes pick up on a path for his character towards the star, his character runs from the left hand upper corner of the screen, red and white squares beneath it's feet, he collides with a vertically shifting wall as long as two squares then presses a key on his control box to swipe with the hammer at the opponents' character as they run diagonally past each other. Suddenly a communication message flashes in an digitised frame box of the computers systematic applications, the message read 'Attack the building complex of Cyrus!', the abrubt message stuck to the upper left corner of the screen, Gugan grabbed at his laser gun, turned and walked towards his interlocked door, relieving it's security mechanisms so that it mechanically slid open, as Gugan stepped out of his ground floor, one room appartment the security door seized shut behind him, Gugan walked softly through the early eavening air, under a brisk cloudy sky, he walked over cuboid metal flooring in a long semi-circle following a path past many grey, metal buildings. Gugan stopped his walking half a yard from a hexagonal shaped dark grey ground floor building, his feet firmly positioned above black metal squares of the walk way, he began lasering the small building with millions of energy units of laser beam, melting the walls initially then setting them on fire, burning the small building into a charred frame. Burning cinders plumed and swept along by the eavenings winds dispersed by the engulfing flames, emminating from the small house fire, a small midget boy child observed the blaze of the home's inferno, knowing the laser to be of a strong, blue beam he withrew blue spectrum laser protection goggles from his coat pocket, the coat being of a light brown with a metallic 'v' shape upon the front of it covered in three, inch wide red buttons dispersed along the metallic shape. The midget boy wore trousers of a similar colour to his jacket, he had bare feet upon the cell shaped flooring, as the child looked upon the laser destruction he assessed whose house had been damaged and thought of where this person could be to tell them of the danger. Cyrus stood in a long blue and red chequered trench coat, worn open to reveal his naked pink chest and round protruding stomach, in his fat right hand was a black plastic walking stick, the handle had the heads of an owl, a monkey and a frog, the eye sockets of these carvings contained six round black buttons, he took a moment to admire his walking stick, tilting his old grey haired head, as he looked away from his device he snorted in his large nose, his eyes rested upon a vacant horizon, his black, white and red striped boots stepped to turn him in the opposing direction, Cyrus was then quickly approached by a small boy, the child's face a distrought conjecture as he quickly said "your house is being attacked by a man in blue". Cyrus made no reply to the midget child, he simply smiled a black toothless grin then rubbed the childs' hair effectionatly the bald old man then walked briskly to the scene of the destruction, the darkness of night fell deep upon the small town, as Cyrus neared his house a blue light lead his feet to a short distance from where Gugan was standing. Cyrus readied his voice to speak in a commanding tone, then said "the ground you're stood upon is electrified Stradsil!", Gugan looked up from his laser destruction, taken by surprise, before he could weild his gun in the direction of Cyrus, the old bald man pressed a button within the left eye socket of his owl head on his black staff, small electrode spikes sprung up from within the earth where Gugan was standing and Gugan was shot full of electric current causing him to girate erratically, shooting his laser beams wildly in the direction of the night's sky. "Are you trying to steal my data disks" Said the old Cyrus, pulling on a chain around his kneck, to reveal that being hung from the chain were two gold mini-disks sealed in protective, translucent vinyl casing, Cyrus reached into his upper, inside coat pocket, withdrawing a chainsaw knife with retractable blade, Cyrus pushed a button upon his chainsaw knife sending it buzzing into action and began to slowly walk towards Gugan in order to attack him. Gugan tried with all his physical force to lower his weapon to point to the ground, still being painfully electrocuted he blasted the floor beneath him with his laser gun, freeing him from his painful torment, Gugan raised his weapon to blast Cyrus, Gugan was too slow and Cyrus fled into an adjacent walk way between two buildings. Chapter two: craft under assualt The Planet known as Albigencia situated in the blackness of space among severel other close planetoids, the advanced life of the planet mostly barren constructed a large cylindrical high rise concrete structure to build roads and houses upon, a Stradsil exportation craft was entering the atmosphere of the planet Albigencia after trading with people from the nearby planet Median. The Stradsil family house symbol in blue and white situated on the front of the star ship's front with it's cuboid triangular metal structuring, the ship floated spiralling down towards the planet's surface. Cyrus walked casually into a weapon smith's workshop, from the metropolis city street, at a large woodern counter of the establishment stood a tall fat man wearing a leather apron and a dog's face mask, with trianguloid inverse ears, a large round black nose, otherwise grey coloured hair. The dog face man, crossed his arms, arching his back and then spoke in a moderate tone "What can I help you with today?". The bald, fat Cyrus smiled slightly, gesturing lightly with his left hand and arm with his two big outstreched fingers, his grey cloth trousered legs shifting weight from one leg to another to support himself while stood upright without forward movement. Cyrus cleared his throat and began to speak "I would like two chain operated long swords". The dog faced man's blue eys shone within the hollow eye sockets of the dog's face mask, his metal capped leather finger gloves reached behind the counter, he began to speak after placing the weapons end to end on the counter "these weapons are razor sharp toothed, the mechanisms forged by hand in chemically treated sand moulds, I couldn't sell these as a pair for anything less than twenty two thousand coins." Cyrus took a moment to examine the weapons lying nose to nose on the weapon smith's counter, the ends of the chain swords' curved up in a quarter of a circle to a flat plain that followed to the hilt, cuboid hand guards surrounded the cylindrical handles, after making an assesment Cyrus began to speak "let's see the gears in action set the motors running?" The dog mask wearing weapon smith, looked surprised, gesturing with his elbows inversed presses to his sides with his arms and hands outstretched and exclaimed excitedly "you wouldn't be attempting to slaughter myself and take away with these items?" Cyrus smiled a black toothless grin, his thick grey eye brows arched slightly in a knowledgeable delight, his mannerisms smooth and without rigid contortion as he gestured with an open palm and said in an informal tone "the entity that would take souls for this warrior would wander the eath fatherless, thereby being erratic, unorganised in it's assemblence of slaughter, if the smith that forged them were to meet his end." Cyrus hunched over in a quick nod while retracting his arm back to it's side he continued to speak reassuringly "Yes I think the sum of twenty two thousand coins is more than adequate he held his plastic staff with it's base pointing at the counter, and while pressing both buttons contained within the monkey's carved head eye sockets upon the staff, gold units of coin fell out of the end of the utility stick in gold hexagonal form, after the sum of twenty two thousand had been dispensed, Cyrus placed his plastic stick in his upper left inside coat pocket, hanging the chainswords from his belt underneath his long red and blue chequered long coat, having done that he smiled with a closed mouth as he left from the workshop's interior, steadying his weight while walking putting more effort into his strides, his red, black and white striped boots making more heavy steps to compensate for the weight of his weapons attached to the belt around his waist. The earth lay in grey solemnity the hull of the space craft was cuboid, steel of high density, cyrus lazered his way through, he wanted vengeance for the destruction of his house, he stood with the hull breached, his long coat feeling the motion of a strong gusting force. Cyrus jumped through the cylindrical hole he'd tore through the hull exposing the interior of the landed space craft, red carpeted with chrome metallic walls with hexagonal doors, two Stradsil guards ran over to attack Cyrus, from front and behind, weilding silver axes, shaven headed, one skull earring to the side of cuboid, black lazer protection goggles, above a three shell stack of blue shoulder armour, on the front of their blue cloth torso was the Stradsil family symbol in white, contrasting their black ankle high boots. Cyrus withdrew his chainsaws from his belt at the first sign of their tempestous footsteps in his direction, Cyrus stood facing towards one assialant racing towards him as soon as they were within striking distance he struck the first attacker infront of himself with his right hand holding his chainsaw ripping through his chest, his left arm extented behind himself and the Stradsil guard became impaled and and the blade sawed through the lower region of his torso, each Stradsil guard fell dismembered onto the floor. Cyrus ran to the control room of the ship's spacial directional flight controls, grasping at a gear stick that was attached to the ships silver and brown control panel, he pressed a green flashing button to initiate the craft's thrusters to take him out of planet Abligencia's atmosphere, he had intended to reach Tirol, the third planet that orbit's the sun instead Cyrus lost control of the vehicle letting it disorientate and get ahead of himself, he crash landed on the mostly water planet Median, the third of the planets adjacent to Albigencia. Chapter 3: Cyrus king of terror Cyrus's spaceship rocked with the waves of the sea as it had crash landed into an expansive body of sea water, beaches of piled waste, of metals and plastics lay accross from Cyrus's space craft, a hut was errected upon one of these islands of waste within the ocean, Cyrus climbed out of his craft, dipping into the cold harsh water, his long coat flopping along the waves as he swam to shore, rose on one knee to his feet and clambered towards the waste islands' hut, Cyrus's round naked stomach, his head of matted white hair and body wet with the sea water. The scrap metal hut on the island lay open with no door, a crude long bench and stove was all that was there, seeing this Cyrus curved his walking path to the right side of the hut, he continued walking then suddenly a black haired man appeared, standing alone in front of Cyrus, dressed in a collarless white shirt with long sleeves, dark grey trousers and black ankle high boots, his face a haggard contortion, with a modestly pronounced trianguloid nose and slim jaw line encased in white and pink skin complextion. The black haired man withdrew a crude knife from from his trousers and told Cyrus he would kill him if he didn't give him all of the money Cyrus had, Cyrus withdrew his right hand underneath his round small chin, his right thumb pressed into his cheek, then in a quick instant Cyrus extended his right arm towards his dark haired attacker, his thumb pressed deep into the dark haired mans eye socket his left arm and hand then rose to jab the right eye socket and then grapple the right eye, the attack fell forwards, Cyrus grabbed him by his lower arms and kicked him in the rib cage befor letting him fall flat to the floor. Cyrus picked up and placed the knife in his belt above the small of his back, he ran to what looked like a small river, below an embankment close enough together to step accross. Chapter four: Mechanical priest against Technological priest Alphanumero stood upright in his purple loin cloth, amid a myriad workshop with his estranged partner Rufus, Alphanumero gestured with his right lower arm and hand, his large fat body naked apart from his wrapped under garments as he adressed Rufus who was likewise dressed in a loin cloth of orange colour, Alphanumero's pudgy face grimaced with concern as he began to speak "so the situation as it presents itself is that hardware is more complex than software both cannot function without one another, in terms of the computational or robotic obviously software comprises more intensive information comprehension yet the mechanical consists of physical and electrical ergonomics, so why are you an engineering rank above me within the relgious caste structure? Everything depends upon the mechanical." Alphanumero extenuated his pompous agitation by placing his hands upon his hips and while doing so postulating his chest above his exaggerated, round, protruding stomach. Rufus turned his head, in a slight angle assessing Alphanumero with his eyes through a squinted glance. 'you maybe the visionary of the code but i am augmented with the machines', Rufus gestured with his right, mechanical hand while his left lay wrested upon his hips, his otherwise fat body exposed nude, his jovial, overweight stomach hairy and gelatenous peirced by his outward navel, alphanumero stood taller and was considerably thinner than Rufus. Alphanumero considered his dialogue gently outstretching his right hand, his palms held upright from his wrist joint, emphasising the words he would speak, gesturing sometimes pointing his first finger he began to say "lines in the sand against the coolings of the forged metal and resinious plastics, thereby bolted and positioned." Rufus the large fat man lunged towards Alphanumero in an aggrevated rage proclaiming, "you being the most versatile, therefore outlasting the fruits of my vocation, you have angered me." Rufus grabbed Alphanumero with his fat hairy arms and punched him several times, when the fat man arched back to make his final blow, Alphanumero reached for his double bladed motor saw, with triangular mechanical hinges, he pressed a button on the handle sending electrical current into the motors as one blade arched around in a circular motion the other did in quick succession, Alphanumero slashed the bladed machine diagonally along Rufus' fat chest, the morbidly fat Rufus fell to the floor, rolling from side to side in agony while clutching his dripping chest wound. The force of delivering that slashing blow forced Alphanumero into a kneeling stance, he quickly made his escape from the mechanical forging bay, running out into a black night along concrete walk ways, piled up high into the sky, innumerably, with large electrical cables hanging slung along the sides of the hand rails to power dim synthetic lights that protuded from either sides of the concrete walk ways. After 500 years Shannon had discovered the disks of Cyrus, she sat within a balcony facing the desolate war zone, chequered tapestry at her head and beneath her feet and an errect crown of holly leaves adorned her beaticious, red head of hair, the shoulder length of hair above a white ankle length robe, she turned to look as a small holographic display absorbed the eyes of her maddened crowd of followers they had orders to aborb from the hologram projected from the centre of the two disks combined, they each held copies in the palms of their hands, they each thought within their minds perception to travel to the open passages and walkways open the augonauts of myriad steel and tank tracks that lay upon their enemy the mechanical priest city sized, tank war machines, they appeared instantaneously striking through their enemies after appearing and flashing away from them. Yellow cuboid teeth of data cards filled the mouth of Alphanumero's severed head, blood caked a protruding kneck stump and fell down the robes of Shannon as she held the removed limb, she stood upright and slowly said "respect is fear."