Weird Tales of Rick Saturn, Formerly the Bionic Knight: It Cometh from Afar

Posted: February 2, 2018 by Ty in Bionic Knight Pulps
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“At least four different species of aliens have been visiting earth for thousands of years…. Some of the extraterrestrials look like us and could walk down the street without anyone noticing.”

-Paul Theodor Hellyer, former Defense Minister of Canada and 22-year member of the Canadian Cabinet (as quoted by Erich Von Daniken in 2018’s The Gods never Left us).

It always amazed Rick how people could accept some things, but then still quibble over the most mundane. They could accept that there was Supra’s in the world. Those with extra human powers, and that they could be good or evil. They could accept his former alter-ego, now passed on to a legacy, the Bionic Knight came from another dimension and was part science, part magic.

Yet, folks like those that stood in the shadows of the alley speaking with him were of another planet, now as he fought to keep the left-hand tremble under control. Silently cursed the flashbacks he knew were coming with stepping this far back into the field. Much like the comic book John Jones, who was a green martian in DC Comics known as the Martian Manhunter, his secret identity put forward a humble human form. That was George. From a distance if you did not know better you would swear he was Comic Book Guy from the Simpsons come to life.

George was not a malicious entity like Thor that had dragged Rick’s friend John into the darkness and eventual death. He was like many immigrants and refugees from the cosmos, just looking for a simpler existence. Sadly, his connections with the Supra set had narrowed quite drastically, he did not know if the kids running with McKay could be trusted. Rick told him they could when he called the house line, Susan pushed, she remembered George and how big of a problem could he be in. Last time he had reached out it was because he had misfiled his income tax.

Why they couldn’t meet for a McCafe coffee Rick did not know, or even Perkins for some pie. The Dragon chose here. Only upside was hopefully it would not bring on the worst of the seizures as actually being on Ashram soil and with the team, like it had in the past. But the alley was across from city hall, Rick looked up, his wife’s office light was still on. Which meant by this moment with Uncle Shotgun the twins had him tied up or convinced that sundaes and colas were part of the night time routine. The thought caused Rick to smile a little.

George moved closed, pulling up the collar of his trench coat. His family were interstellar refugees that settled shortly after World War II and the Bogart look stayed true regardless of the generation. From inside he pulled out what looked like a fossil. Rick’s eyes moved over the greenish tinge.

“Jade?” Rick inquired.

“Possibly that or Emerald. If this was some comic book, I would quip Kryptonite.” George said.

Rick took the rock, there was etchings he had a hard time rendering in the dimming evening light. Every so often what the role of super hero had neurologically taken on him would cause his vision to almost go shadowy tripling. That effect was happening, he squished his eyes closed, and took some slowing breaths to correct before opening them again. Ensuring the stone was still in his right hand, the reasserting of breathing rhythm was bringing the left-hand tremor to control. “Not of this earth.”

“But of this cosmos. It’s a message.” George said.

“Message of what?” Rick asked, feeling very tired of the tedious crime noir novel back and forth, but it was the price one paid when people learned their language from Marlowe novels.

George pointed to the darker green etchings. “That which caused my people to run is coming.”

To Be Continued…

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