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NINETEEN

 

BATTLE IN THE DRY WATER CAVERNS

 

The sounds of gunfire echoed through the beautiful caverns as the enemy proved to be much tougher than previously guessed. Bobby crouched behind a hastily thrown up barrier of prefabricated sections and kevlar wrapped foambags as a heavy machinegun thundered volleys of bullets in his direction. Along and behind the barrier, cut off from each other by side barriers, were fighters of a variety of types from Clanforcers to goblin warriors to Clanguards and tribal humans along with Clanhunters and others. A Clanguard in power armour unleashed a volley of 20mm shells, ducking up and then dropping back down again.

 

It was a puzzle. The goblins assured him that the intruders coming into the Dry Water Caverns had only numbered at most a couple of dozen but now hundreds of enemies had emerged seemingly from nowhere. The second puzzle was that the enemy were two lots of enemies and they were fighting each other with much savagery. It was a three way battle with no mercy asked for and none given.

 

The creatures, monstrous and black with shapeforms hard to define, moved with impressive speed and power, clawing and biting through even metal, punching and swiping, throwing black barbs that exploded savagely. Yet the real strength of the shadowpires were there numbers, ability to throw lesser shadow and their feeding off each other, amplifying each other’s strength. Yet they also had weaknesses against light, especially certain kinds, flames, high voltage electricity and other forces.

 

Across the other side of the cavern moved figures in a black and blood red splashed power armour, which was standard power armour beneath the fancy colour and other embellishments. These figures walked quick or sprinted for short bursts. They were hiding beneath and behind wave shaped rock. Thankfully the cavern rock was especially protected so it remained so far undamaged by the battle. Bobby sensed the brutal evil of these elite soldiers of the Shadowclan, these Shadowavards who were as skilful as the Clanhunters or Clanforcers in battle.

 

Bobby had his grand/daughter, Charika, assisting him in battle. A gifted phasemage and excellent Clanhunter, she was leading a strikeforce in another area in order to do damage to the collective shadowpire strength.

 

Then came a buzz in his helmet and he answered his helmet/com. So it was that the Shadowlord Kraza’Tul of the Shadowclan spoke to him, her voice both pleasing smooth, sexually teasing, and yet menacing. “The Greater Shadow is not behind this attack of shadowpires, or at least not directly. I speak to you openly as you know of what I say. We do not trust fully the Greater Shadow, even as we lend from it powers that we must pay back for in return, sooner or later. We negotiate with its coldest of alien rationalities and ordered insanity on a hourly basis. For both our sakes, we need to drive these shadowpires back through the Stargate and then learn, separately of course, who is behind the conspiracy of betrayal.”

 

Now Bobby was surprised. “The Shadowclan is not behind the Thirteen Warlords and the traitor factions?”

 

Kraza’Tul responded. “Orthodox mainstream, no. A treacherous splinter group, large and powerful partly thanks to a mysterious supporter, joined with the treacherous Shadowcults and other fools here in the Jagged Highlands. Thirteen Warlords but one is not a Warlord as the others are. Who or what is he?”

 

Bobby spoke then. “You want a temporary alliance against the shadowpires. Very well then. I do not know who the Thirteenth Warlord is but I was given a clue. A baker’s dozen.”

 

Kraza’Tul spoke then. “The baker’s dozen were the Thirteen original leaders who led part of the exodus from Scotland, Ireland and other parts of Great Britain to come here to Columbia in large, old ships. All still retain dynasties except the thirteenth who turned to the Hellgods in worship. The Thirteenth Warlord could indeed be the Hell’lord Cradarsis’Mor of the Morsis Dynasty.”

 

It was a good idea but Bobby was wary of his grand/daughter so easily giving out such seemingly valuable data.

 

She spoke. “This was an economic exchange, grandfather; I can sense your suspicion and I honour you for it for you honour me in being so wary of my abilities. I agree to the temporary alliance but no mixing of forces and we keep a good surveillance of each other. Then we depart and you remain here in these amazing caverns.”

 

So the brief alliance was formed.

 

TO BE CONTINUED

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Shadowmadnezz, the alliance is part of an on going, rather odd relationship between himself and his Shadowlord of a grand/daughter; it comes and it goes.

 

TWENTY

 

VIOLENCE TO CONCLUSION IN THE DRY WATER CAVERNS

 

Bobby smashed into the shadowpire, monstrous and undulating unnatural blackness, hurling it backwards even as his power armoured fist exploded flames and harsh golden light into the creature. With a scream of rage, terror and alien emotions it vapourised.

 

Other shadowpires came at him and with them Shadowclan warriors who had fallen to the influence of the Greater Shadow, shadowvires. They were no longer what they had been, they glowed an unholy pale red blackness and they mercilessly killed their ex/comrades as their ex/comrades killed them.

 

Shadowvires stepped upon cleverly hidden landmines and exploded, blasted apart, their souls freed, a merciful act. If not freed they would degenerate further becoming shadowpires or other dreadful things that served the Greater Shadow.

 

Bobby whirled around with amazing speed in his power armour and kicked, low and mean, another shadowpire racing upon it. It disintegrated with much effect even as he rabbit power punched a third shadowpire.

 

They were trying to absorb him and their attempts were sliding off him. Perhaps they were starting to sense who and what he really was because these shadowpires were slowing, were focusing more on destroying him rather than trying to absorb him.

 

Then they were gone, just like that, and he was surrounded only by dead Clanforcers, five of them scattered around himself. Except of course they were not truly dead. How could they be? They were him and he was they, though in a secondary fashion.

 

The Clanforcers shimmered and then they stood up. They were weakened now and would need rest, food, water and other needs to be met but they were with him once more. The power armoured figures then crouched and rested. Bobby stood there waiting patiently and protecting them for the moment.

 

He stood there and looked out over the great cavern chamber. Then he grinned and then he laughed softly, a little painfully. Of course his beloved Shadowlord of a grand/daughter had lied to him. She and the mainstream Shadowclan had been involved in the conspiracy until it had turned against them, until the Thirteen Warlords had started attacking Shadowclanners except those of the splinter group.

 

As for the Thirteen Warlord being a Hell/lord, that was not possible because the Hellclan and the Hellcults had long ago fled from the Jagged Highlands, from Columbia, and had gone south to Central America to a place called the Caribbean.

 

He sensed the Greater Shadow drawing back through the Stargate and closing it behind themselves. He sensed the Shadowclanners retreating rapidly now, going through a hidden waygate that they had assumed that he had not known about. That is except for his grand/daughter, the Shadowclanner.

 

He other daughter came smoothly loping across the great, exotically beautiful cavern chamber with Clanhunters and Clanforcers with her. Behind them came a war party of goblins in special fitted power armour.

 

TO BE CONTINUED

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TWENTY-ONE

BOBBY REMEMBERS:

OLD WASHINGTON DC JUST AFTER WORLD WAR THREE

 

Naomi Walters, the former receptionist, was gone to NexiSanctuary to be with her son and he had also sent other wounded as well. Bobby went onwards with a reduced number of the Free Resistance Army fighters. They went through a big shopping mall (shopping arcade) and found there scavengers, a mixture of humans and ghouls. Bobby did his thing and soon even the most frightened and angry of them were joining the group. Bobby knocked out and reprogrammed two security roboremotes to follow the fighters along with five robotic shopping/carts now full of goodies.

 

Old fashioned style LCD displays, basic holographic and some 3Dflat advertisements and information still flashed in the air. The PA system played repetitive background shopping music. Some employees cowered inside an armoured glass booth and soon joined the group, being also some security guards. They brought a pair of androids with them, PR models, one female and one male; both were very attractive looking but had only baseline artificial intelligence (BAI). No real androids or robots were mass produced before World War Three.

 

The normality of the general appearance made it seem even more bizarre considering what was going on.

 

They went downwards and at the deeper levels of the big shopping complex, or shopplex, they found Subwayers. The Subwayers were naturally wary at first. They were from a Deep Subway Network of special monoline tunnels, bunkerplexs, smaller bunkers and other structures. This had not been the work of President James Patriot Jackson but of a loose alliance of US military people and the US Civil Corps plus others, many others.

 

Bobby led the group to a hidden shop’s armoury, an illegal stash since JPJ had made illegal the private ownership of all guns. There were bolt/action rifles, pump/action shotguns, lever/action shotguns, lever/action rifles, semiautomatic rifles that could be made automatic, semiautomatic pistols, autopistols, a small number of laser/pistols, only one laser/rifle and some odd guns including a great big double barrelled elephant/rifle.

 

They grabbed more robocarts (basic robotic shopping/carts) and other robots including roboremote units. Food preservation units, not just freezers or refrigerators, were still often active as was lighting, air conditioning and water. They took canned, boxed and other preserved food from shelves but took perishables from still functioning freezers; the stuff in the refrigerators was often gone off but some was still consumable. More people came with them and brought dogs. Bobby drew cats into the group who would become working pets down in the Deep Subways.

 

A petshop had animals in status capsules, others having been let out of cages by somebody who wanted to give them a chance of survival, and they took these animals plus supplies from the shop. An electronics shop gave up lots of useful stuff as did a computer games shop, a music shop and others.

 

They not only took survival goods but items that would enhance life and would help rebuild some kind of society down there. Books, toys, hair shampoo, clothes, footwear, bed clothes, tools, art stuff, a wide range of tapes, TV sets, disks, car parts, robot parts and much else including toilet paper.

 

It was a very large group by the time that Bobby parted ways with them, they going deeper now. He stood alone as they vanished in through a big armoured door which they carefully locked behind themselves. The Subwayers would not return but Bobby would take more groups down to the armoured door and others like it.

 

He used a forklift vehicle to hide the big door with a neat stack of barrels that looked natural enough because it was a big commercial storeroom. Even as he finished he heard, with his enhanced hearing, a hunter/seeker moving in the distance through the same underground area.

 

TO BE CONTINUED

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TWENTY-TWO

QUARANTINE HUB TO NEXISANCTUARY

 

Bobby, the same Bobby who was also another Bobby, watched as the wombles, the girl and the killclaw explored the big home/cave with much excitement. The cave was not of rock but a curious grey/brown clay like material. It was carved evenly and water flowed out of a hole in one wall to spill into a big bowl and then from there into a water channel that ran down the gently sloping floor to a big bowl shaped pool. One end of the cavern was a big opening and through that one could see a great suncavernland stretching out over a hundred kilometres into the distance. Yet a soft but powerful shimmering curtain covered that exit for this was part of the Quarantine Hub and outside of the main NexiSanctuary.

 

Naomi Walters, who was now a few centuries old, stood next to him in the robesuit of a Quarantine Elder. She was wiser, she was smarter, she was tired. The dark skinned woman spoke. “Krankton and his people were quietly and firmly suppressed. They are being sent to the Disciplinary Zone. Their message that the humans in NexiSanctuary should rule it, was not accepted by any other grouping.”

 

Krankton and his people saw humans as superior to all other intelligence folks. They were a tiny minority even amongst humans in NexiSanctuary and all humans collected together were only a small minority in NexiSanctuary.

 

Bobby sighed. “They will be sterilised. Their community will shrink in isolation.”

 

Matters had generally been peaceful in NexiSanctuary but there was much to do along with calls for volunteers to go to other Sectors of the Orbis and assist against threats there. This meant military but also other actions such as reconstruction, life seeding and healing. A great mistake had been made, a great deception had been carried out and part of Orbis had been invaded by dark forces. They were being slowly but steadily expelled, the once occupied sectors being cleansed and returned carefully back to their old health.

 

Some wombles were opening up trunks, chest, baskets and other containers, were starting to dig into the side of the cavern, to burrow tunnels and chambers. Womble children were with the girl and the killclaw except for the smallest, the infants and babies, who were with their parents. Babies and small infants were often in slings on the parents’ bodies.

 

Naomi nodded. “My son has completed his final symphony on World War Three. He has had enough, I think and feel, of dwelling in the preSanctuary past. Now he is focusing on touring with a small orchestra through out the NexiSanctuary and perhaps to some Buffer Zones bordering it.”

 

He smiled. “I will be sure to attend at least one concert. Your son has become a fine conductor. I still seek others of your family, as promised.”

 

She gave him a look of surprise. “How could they be alive now?”

 

Bobby nodded. “The world you left behind has become most strange and full of oddities, of surprises even for one such as me. Never say never but live for the now as it is. That is how they live on a broken dying world.”

 

Spammy the killclaw started running around with a womble riding on her back, doing something she would never have begun to do back in her wild times. Bobby then had an idea, a very interesting idea, that might make the Earth a better place to live on/in.

 

She nodded. “Yes, but I have changed so much. Still it would be nice if they had survived and not just my family but many others.”

 

The two of them paused in talking to watch Spammy stop as one womble got off and another, excited, womble climbed on. The girl was busy holding a small womble child and was brushing her fur as the womble child looked most happy.

TO BE CONTINUED

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