R -Tran stood motionless while his sub space communication circuits relayed the message of Darmo's destruction at his hands. It would be at least a half or so before he would receive a reply. This was due to the great distance between Earth and R - Tran's homeworld of Zi - Alor.
Carol strode fearlessly towards R - Tran and certain death. She knew this and was too angry and sad to care at the moment. She was still a good 100 yards or so away from him when she thought she saw something moving in the pile of debris that had only moments ago been Darmo.
It was Darmo's forearm, the one which R - Tran had severed with that frisbee - like disc of his.
The arm creeped towards R - Tran from behind, while the enemy robot was busy transmitting his message of victory. The arm was able to move by use of the fingers, which dug into the ground and slowly pulled the arm forward.
Finally, as Carol was now close enough to pose a threat to R - Tran, he turned around.
" I will give you three seconds to leave this place.. Then, I shall vaporize you...slowly. "
" Go to hell!" Carol shouted, tears in her eyes.
" No.... I believe it is you who are going to "Hell."
With that, R - Tran raised his left arm and pointed his hand at Carol. The hand began to glow.
At that same moment, Darmo's hand stopped crawling and was now close enough. It raised it's middle finger and out of the tip came a white ray. It struck R - Tran in the spot in his chest where Darmo's blade had stopped short of destroying his motivator unit. It was a power ray, and pushed the blade far enough in the penetrate and disable R - Tran's power.
R - Tran fell face down onto the ground. He was now as lifeless as an statue.
Darmo's hand made the "ok" sign at Carol by putting it's thumb and second finger together and forming a circle. After that, the fingers fell back into a lifeless position.
Carol just stood and stared at it. That was when she thought she heard a noise above her. It was a loud hum. She looked up and could see nothing.. except for a bit of a visible distortion in the night sky.
The hum grew louder until Carol had to cover her ears with her hands.
Finally, the hum stopped. The visual distortion effect was now about 50 feet directly ahead of her. She just stood and watched as a sleek, silver ship appeared before her eyes.
It was about 75 feet long. It had two wings which protruded from the sides, about three fourths of the way down. It also had a fin on the top, also located closer to the end of it.
There was a small cockpit located only about 10 feet ahead of the wings.
It stood about 12 feet high; three landing legs supported it. One of the legs had metal steps that ran down the length of it.
Carol stood motionless and watched as a humanoid form wearing a purple formal looking outfit walked slowly down the steps. Her eyes had grown accustomed to the dark enough for her to see rather well.
The man approached her. He was about 5'4", with a grey goatee and a shaved head.
And he had blue skin.
" Hello, Carol. I am Professor Zum. Darmo has told me about you. " The Professor's english was flawless, with only a trace of an accent.
" Hello... " Carol started, and then she just pointed to the ground where Darmo's remains were. The sad look on her face told the Professor that Carol had grown quite fond of Darmo. Imagine that, the elderly blue alien thought to himself. My creation engendered the emotion of concern for his well being.
" I know... stand back."
Carol backed up several steps.
The Professor put an aged hand into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small, tv remote sized black object.
" Darmo, I know you can hear me.... activate restoration program Zum 1."
The man pointed the remote at Darmo's parts. A yellow ray shone down on them. This was a power ray. It's purpose was to give Darmo enough power to reintegrate himself.
At first, nothing happened. Then, the individual fragments
of Darmo began to stir. They pulled towards each other, slowly at first, then faster.
Within five minutes, a completely restored Darmo was standing before Carol and Professor Zum.
" Darmo! Good to see you again, my boy." said the Professor.
" It is good to see you, too, sir. And you, as well, Carol."
Even as Darmo spoke, the cracks and seams where he'd been blown apart began to heal. Finally, one could not tell where the cracks had been.
" How do you feel, Darmo? " Carol asked.
" A bit weak... that battle took a lot out of me. I am down to 31% power. I could use a recharge."
" We'll charge you up in a minute, son. First, I've one little task to take care of."
Professor Zum took out another device. This one was a 4 inch black cylinder. He pointed it at the now deactivated
R - Tran. R - Tran's form shimmered, then faded away. There was only the imprint where his body had been on the ground left behind.
" Come, my boy. Let's power you up."
" Professor, why do you keep calling Darmo " My son" and " My boy?" asked Carol.
'' Because, young lady. My own son died in an accident many years ago. I was waiting for the opportunity to electronically implant his memory ingrams into an acceptable robotic body... and Darmo is the one I chose to transfer my son's personality into. " The old man wiped a tear from his eye as he spoke.
" In all the ways that count... Darmo is indeed my son."
With that, the three of them walked up the metal ladder into the Professor's ship.
After an hour, when Darmo was fully charged, and the three had talked some, Darmo stepped out of the ship.
He activated his online map. He located Los Angeles on it, used the jets on the soles of his feet to launch himself high into the air towards where LA used to be.
A few seconds later, the sleek silver ship from Zi - Alor took off after him, and also headed west.
Professor Zum and Carol were on board.
Carol prayed for her brother to be okay.
