Mom's Metal Men: The Guardians of Orion and the Gate.

By Robin Amrine

"The Guardians of Orion and the Gate", is the sequel to Mom's Metal Men that everyone has been waiting for.
Kamarin Mitchel and his friends Erin Noble and her protectorit, the manlike huge beast Lort, fight the final battle to free the Orion system of the evil Gorin.
Along the way they team up with the mighty Boltran, and the powerful fly'ers the Moonborn. Many twists and surprises are in the Guardian's path to freedom. This story is like none other and was started with one of Robin's dreams. "Awesome" is the only word to describe this story.
Robin lives and writes for his family, especaily his three grandchildren- Jasmine, Christoffer, and Sierra, in the Great Northwest.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Apr 24, 2012
• ISBN: 9781468580037

Robin Amrine

From the author of "Mom's Metal Men" now is the sequel everyone has waited for, The gaurdian's continue their quest with The Guardians of Orion and the Gate. Robin is not only an author but is an artist. His artwork is on the cover. He was an Aircraft Inspector and mechanic for thirty years. He continues his writings with vigor, for his grandchildren and family. Please, enjoy Mom's Metal Men and the Guardians of Orion and the Gate. An adventure you will not forget.

Book preview

-A Survivor-

Within the dark shadow of an overhanging cliff, two Gorin soldiers hide and watch while yet another of their fighter’s ships, explode and plow into the desert—floor.

Debris from the ship’s smoke cloud filled the sky and fell onto the now smoldering desert dust floor. The remaining piece of what was left of the fighter’s ship then exploded one final time, sending a large smoke ring into the air.

There were no signs of a survivor.

In fact, the site looked like it would become the unfortunate pilot’s grave.

The ship was not just a simple ship of a fighter but was one of a battalion master’s, ship. One of only a few had ever been made, and none had ever been shot down before; until now.

From the cliff’s protective precipice, the Gorin soldiers had witnessed the pilot’s final valiant maneuvers while he had destroyed two of the four enemy Thelonan aircraft, then taking a direct hit of his own.

The shadowed figures suddenly looked up and returned to the protective darkness. Like two frightened Sapharian lemmings running for the safety of their den, they scurried to hide again.

The roar of two Thelonan fighter’s engines could be heard far away, and closing fast.

The enemy Thelonans flew their fighters over their kill to be assured of it.

The echoes of their engines resonated through the valley.

Then the two figures quickly noticed a movement through the smoky eddy from the burning ship created from the fighter’s passing.

An arm, and a black gloved hand, popped up above the scorched sandy ground. Obviously, its wearer was in immense pain, reaching up through the debris.

Realizing that the hand belonged to their leader, the two Gorin soldiers, who had just narrowly escaped their own deaths while doing battle with the Thelonans, like two scared chicks, reluctantly, left the cover of the cliff to rescue him.

Now, in the early morning desert heat, the two haggard looking Gorin Infantrymen hastily dragged their treasonous leader and defector of Thelona, to the comforting safety of the shadows.

It was now evident that the evil Voltar had not escaped Thelona’s wrath, but was now, once again, fighting to elude the grip of death.

And even in this hopeless state—the defiant and delirious Voltar, raises his head and looks through painful eyes for the man responsible for his present condition, and yells out loud . . .

Kamarin . . . Kamarin! Where is that good . . . for nothing . . . faith warrior? I’ll kill him, I’ll kill . . .

The pain was too great and he passes out face down in the desert dust, at the little soldier’s feet.

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Mom’s Metal Men

-Book Two-

The Guardians of Orion

And the Gate

It was a warm and pleasant sunny afternoon, and Kamarin Mitchel, the new Guardian, was enjoying the day by taking a stroll on one of the many bridges, constructed by Bugboody’s Bridgers.

Several months had passed since the battle with the Gorin, and it was lucky for them that they had not suffered a great loss of their people during the battle.

The bridge where he now stood was particularly high, and Kamarin could see for miles beyond the mega city. The Bridgers had constructed thousands of stronger than steel bridges, in a sort of spider’s fashion, so that if any enemy fighter would now attempt to crash through one of them, to try and strafe the streets below, they would be shredded into pieces.

Kamarin watched as many children of Thelona and some alien to them, played a harmless game of tag at the other end of the bridge. The street below was full of new comers and even some Thelonans who were still returning late. With the war now over with the Gorin, all were returning—following the beacon he and his friends had activated. Returning home, they too, were to find Thelona mostly abandoned. Kamarin had decided to leave the beacon operating just in case there were stragglers.

He stood leaning over a rail as he watched the people below rebuilding his parent’s home. And now, he’ was home.

The warm rays on his shoulders reminded him of the times when he was growing up as a child on L-2.

The warmth from the sun felt good.

But what’s this? An even warmer sensation was there now too. It felt like someone’s hand was on his shoulder.

He smiled as he turned to greet the person it belonged to, but there was no one there. Just a billowing bunch of white clouds were in the sky where his eyes began to focus.

Suddenly, a cloud moved and changed into many faces. They appeared to be crying out in torment and excruciating pain.

Kamarin then beheld a sea of hands as if reaching out for help. Drudgery was on their faces. Their hands bled from weathered cracks.

As quickly as the vision appeared, it vanished away with the wind.

Kamarin was suddenly struck with an overload of anxiety. The apparition had jolted him to reality. He had let himself be sidetracked for a while. For a moment he had forgotten that still a large amount of his people had not returned home.

Could it be that they were being held prisoners on the planet Gore? He wondered if they hadn’t received the message to come home. And were they even able to? Likely not, if they were imprisoned by the Gorin.

Questions, Questions, so many questions, raced through Kamarin’s mind, as he ran to gather his friends. The vision had a renewed urgency within him to find the rest of his people.

He hastily searched for Erin in the Thelonan Restructuring Center, that before, had been the command post for their Great War of independence.

Frantically, he scanned the large room that currently was being renovated and supplied with a more up to date computer system.

Having easily spotted Lort, he knew Erin, would be close by.

When she stood up from behind one of the new computer consoles, a light from above illuminated her soft brown hair.

For a moment he was taken with her beauty. Though his breathing had slowed, his heart still raced for her. He felt truly thankful to have found such a beautiful companion. And, if all that he was to do in life, would be to settle down with a family, he would want nothing more than to live it with her.

Venturing further into the large computer room, the work being performed came to an abrupt halt as he passed many young technicians.

Good morning sir. they said, saluting him as he quickly made his way by them.

Preoccupied, Kamarin barely noticed their salutes.

Hi Kamarin, Erin said when she saw him. She could not help but notice his look of concern.

Erin, we have to talk. he said and grabbed her by her wrist to lead her away, you too Lort!

He motioned for their giant friend to follow, as he led them outside, and onto one of the bridges.

He gazed again for a moment into the sky. He somehow hoped that they would see the same vision he had just witnessed, but it was not there.

What’s wrong Kamarin, what do you see? Erin asked, lightly touching his face with concern.

Kamarin then realized that they could not see what it was that disturbed him greatly. The disastrous scene was meant for him only.

Erin, remember the others?

What others, Kamarin? What do you mean?

The other children of Thelona Erin, look around, how many do you see? Thelona’s lost and abandoned children. I have to find them! They’ve been left behind. I believe someone was left in the charge of their care, but something must have happened or they would have all come home by now.

What is he talking about? asked Lort, when Kamarin turned to go, clearly preoccupied by something other than his two friends.

I think I know Lort. Come on! We can’t let him go by himself. He doesn’t know what he could be getting into.

Getting into what? Getting into what? asked Lort as he lumbered off after them.

Kamarin, really had no idea where to start, and it was a sure bet, neither did his friends.

The old scientist, Tresodin, had decided to return to his home planet of the past twenty years to gather some of his prized possessions. He would not be of any immediate assistance at present.

As for their friend Decker, only the creator knew where he was for sure now. Word was he had taken one of the new Thelonan fighters to aid in some other battle in the Gomarian zone of the galaxy, where ever that was. He had lived the life of a warrior for so long, that, he still had more ammunition left, he said, after the war had been fought with the Gorin. But at least, he appeared to be in lighter spirits before he left. Possibly, it was due to the new android companion, Tresodin had assembled for him that this time mysteriously slightly resembled Erin.

Kamarin still was left with the dilemma of where exactly to look.

His friends and him, made their way to an ancient map room, in search of an answer.

Thousands of years ago, the map room was one of the meeting places of the Ten. A large gray marble table that was surrounded by twenty chairs, made from an extinct giant desert creature’s shell. Before the evolution of the ten, this was once a meeting place for Thelona’s colony founders.

Kamarin, what did you bring us here for? Erin asked.

The power to this portion of the city had not yet been restored and the only light into the room came from the open doorway.

Do you know where the planet Gore is?

Erin looked around for a moment to all of the pictures painted on the ceiling. No!

Well neither do I. he said, and jumped up onto the table to get a closer look at the ceiling, in the dark.

There must be millions! Kamarin—you’ll never be able to find it like this. We just don’t know where to start! Erin said spinning around to look at all the pictures of planets.

Then what do you suggest we do? he asked.

These paintings are so old Guardian, It will be difficult. Lort said, getting dizzy from looking up.

Well—it appears that the two larger ones in the middle are Thelona and Skyberia. said Kamarin.

Could it be much farther out—maybe nearer the outer region?

No Erin, I don’t think so. They would not have had any reason to attack Thelona, with it being at the heart of the galaxy, they could have easily escaped beyond the outer forces and then continued on with their terror.

What’s that over there? Is that a dark hole, Kamarin? Erin asked, pointing to a sparsely populated area on the edge of the Thelonan star system.

A dark what? asked Kamarin as he moved in to closer investigate.

You know a dead star. she said.

I did not know that they were alive?

Erin stopped for a moment and wondered if he really meant it with his seeming naiveté’ or if he was teasing her.

When he did not look back, Erin raised an eyebrow and said hum! she knew that Kamarin was inquisitive to all things so she just accepted it as innocence. She loved him none the less.

When she wiped the dark area off with her sleeve, her question was answered directly.

There you see? That’s it! said Kamarin, jumping to Erin’s side.

What’s it, Kamarin? Erin revealed a sinister looking planet as she continued to rub, not really paying attention to what she was revealing. Her eyes opened wide with wonder, when she turned and saw the sinister planet.

It has to be. Lort said, as he too moved in for a closer look, leaning on the rock table slightly tilting it, throwing Kamarin off balance for a second. Oh, sorry, he told Kamarin.

That’s ok, big guy. This is the only planet in this room that has been blacked out. Take a good look! Because this’ my friends, is where we have to go to bring the last of our people home. The planet Gore!

Kamarin’s metal men on his wrist and headband burned bright in readiness, filling the room with their warm blue light as they revealed his friends shining smiling faces.

Even though the three of them were eager to make the voyage, the planet Gore was orbiting far away in another galaxy. A long journey surely lay ahead.

-*-

The day before the warriors were to leave, Kamarin was suddenly struck with an unusually high fever, making him delirious at times.

When Erin learned of his condition, she ran to be with him—by his side.

There, inside his room, stood Lort. He was talking to one of his elite Thelonan guards waving his hand in an intimidating manor, Kamarin, was their topic of conversation.

I know sir but I am telling you the truth! He wasn’t there a minute ago. the guard insisted.

What’s going on Lort? Erin asked.

We will talk about this later! Lort said dismissing him with one last wave of his hand.

Talk about what Lort, what is going on?

It is nothing, Erin. The guard just fell asleep on his watch so I relieved him of his duties for the day.

Lort, that’s not what I heard. Now where is Kamarin?

Lort could see her anxiousness and tried to calm her.

He is resting quietly little one. He has been fighting the effects of a fever and it has fatigued him

What did the guard mean, he wasn’t here?

Oh—I do not know. Lort knew she wasn’t buying it. He said when he fell asleep he heard noises and when he woke up, the Guardian was not in his bed and that he had just disappeared.

What do you mean, not in his room? Erin asked, stiff arming a set of double doors, darting into his room.

As you can see missy, he is still here.

Then what happened to scare the guard, Lort?

Well., he said that the Guardian had disappeared and then suddenly reappeared!

Erin gasped and rushed to Kamarin’s side, shaking nervously.

She remembered having seen him like this once before the war. And now the same eerie feeling shook her. He was being called away from her then. And she would not let him go, then, or even now. She would not want to live her life without him.

Her tears began to fill her eyes as she fell to the floor at his bedside.

Squeezing his hand, she whispers in his ear . . . Kamarin—where are you? Come back to me Kamarin.

Kamarin was transported . . .

A battle had taken place. Dead bodies of strange looking creatures covered the ground.

Kamarin carefully placed his steps so as not to step on any of them. Far away he could hear a voice that was almost recognizable to him. But how could it be? This was very strange. It was as though he was dreaming.

The air was filled with a fog that hung suspended just above his head. Below, only a carpet of the dead lay before him.

The sounds of metal clashing with metal could be heard; like chains hitting metal—closing in from behind. The source of the sound was hidden by an even thicker fog on the hill above.

Kamarin felt weak. The sweat ran from his forehead as he anticipated what it was that was making its way slowly towards him.

As he readied himself to confront his attackers, they suddenly revealed themselves to him.

A full regiment, dressed very much like he had seen his parents dressed in their other world. Obviously they were warriors of the same.

What do you want of me? Kamarin asked sternly, since he had been summoned there for some mysterious and on his part—unwilling reason.

We have come to welcome you and accompany you home.

Welcome me? But you are dead, aren’t you? And I—am not!

One, appearing to be the leader of the group, a giant man, steps forward.

Laughing he places his hand on Kamarin’s shoulder in a reassuring and friendly gesture.

Your body will pass on, and you will be free to fight with us. he said chuckling.

I am failing to see why you are amused. If you are who I think you are, I am not ready for this. I am not ready to join with you. I still have to help the rest of my people. This side of my being must wait!

Kamarin fell to his knees. His body was wracked with weakness.

Deliriously, he faded back to Erin at his bedside.

Er—in, is that you, Erin?

Yes Kamarin it is me, she said as she starting to cry.

Hold me Erin, and don’t let go.

I will not my love, I will not.

Erin hugged him at his chest, tightly as her tears subsided, her strong will prevailed her.

I’ll not let you go Kamarin you have a lot of things to do. Now you come back to me. Do you hear me? Do you hear me? she gently shook him, trying to wake him.

But the fever was strong, and Kamarin slipped again into a near comatose state, back to where he was trying so hard to stay away.

Except for this time, all of the strange soldiers had disappeared.

He found himself lying on his back, cold and damp from the wet stones beneath him on the hillside. His head was being cradled by someone.

Looking up, as he focused, he saw his mother’s face smiling down at him.

She was beautiful and his heart pained him when he saw her. He was so glad to see her again.

She sat with his head in her lap, running her fingers gently through his hair.

My son, my wonderful son, I am so proud of you.

Mother, said Kamarin, as he quickly sat upright. What am I doing here? What is going on with me? he shook from the cold as he held her by her arms.

"You are very sick Kamarin. You are between the two planes of existence. But you needn’t worry, for you have