ADVENTURES OF BOBBY BOBALONG

[Murlock99]

This is extremely satisfying for my taste, Kudos to you

[Markharow]

Very Cool, this is gold

[Maharg67]

Herculine, I would be happy to do some co-writing with you. Thanks again for the feedback.

 

Thanks for the positive feedback, Murlock99 and Markharow! Thanks for the kudos.

[Maharg67]

THIRTY-TWO

TWO STEPS FORWARD, ONE STEP BACK TO VICTORY

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Captain Cosmos assured Bobby Bobalong that indeed it was the place that the Grand Marshal Bangdragon had destroyed a horde of Loonies, Balloonies and savage moon bunnies on a savage drive across the moonscape. The saying spoke of Bangdragon’s fast forward thrust and then fake panicky retreat that had drawn the enemy into a brutal ambush.

 

As they made their way through an ancient pit mine of dark, dull green moon-cheese, the group passed scavengers gathering up what good quality cheese-rock that they could. Most of the cheese-rock was long mined out and though the cheese-rock was very slowly regrowing, it would be many years before the miners would return.

 

Great flat spikes of glassy rock thrust into the sky and groups of scavengers kept to themselves. All were clothed in hooded robes, be they human or Loony or Moony or some other critters. They peered suspiciously at the newcomers from beneath their hoods.

 

Jangles teased them, poked and waggled his bottom at them, until Captain Cosmos gave him a hefty kick while he was doing so. Jangles flew through the air and vanished, with a scream, into the mist. They did not see Jangles the Moon Monkey again for a long time. Nobody even mentioned his absence though Cosmos Girl looked a little peeved.

 

They came upon a mighty rocketship lying half buried in moon dirt studded with small diamond pebbles. It was at the outskirts of the ship that a small horde of twisted, fanged, claw-handed human like Loonies came charging at the group screaming their terrible war cries that were actually quite ridiculous, if understood at all.

 

A mighty Loony warrior hefted a vacuum-repeater and shouted. “I will wear my yellow trousers on Monday. Have you seen the new albatross that I pulled out of my nostril just yesterday?”

 

Captain Cosmos leapt forward, raised his cosmic-blaster pistol, and fired off a bolt of glowing yellow that exploded the Loony warrior. Only a smouldering black patch was left of him.

 

Chaos ensued . Loonies bounded from all over the place, attacking on battle pogosticks, combat skateboards and just on foot in their inflatable assault booties. Vacuum-repeaters fired deadly bolts of destructive vacuumous nothingness. His daughter was hurled back, only slightly injured and yet shot down to Loonies even while falling backwards. Bobby blew away a pogostick attacker trying to jump on top of him and leapt out of the way of the wild dancing pogostick.

 

The two remaining Cosmic heroes, the Tamriellin Triplets and Sherlock Holmes plus his companions, put up a magnificent fight. The triplets used magical bows that fired elemental energy arrows. Holmes and Watson fired off mighty big revolver-pistols while the blood-hound bravely barked at the enemy while trying to hide behind Holmes.

 

Bobby and the two Clanforcers unleashed laser pulsebeams, kicking and punching with power armour backed force.

 

The surviving Loonies, being most of them, fled. The wounded were taken with the others.

 

Bobby sensed that the great, massive armoured rocketship was where they had to go. In there was a clue that would help lead them to the Forbidden Prize. The twelve of them began to circle slowly around the great partly sunken vessel, seeking a way in. As they did Bobby noted that the great black and golden emblem type shown a few times on the hull was that of the Mad President himself.

 

TO BE CONTINUED

Edited May 8, 2010 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

THIRTY-THREE

THE OTHER BOBBY IN TWINHIGH TERRITORY

NOT SO FUN IN THE CATACOMBS

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Bobby dropped down and dived to one side as bullets zipped over her head to explode off a catacomb wall. Clanforcers were spread out around her but not too far from her. A MrGutsy was preparing to fire some more close-order minirockets. The MrPorty and being repaired by the MrHandy though the damage was not great.

 

There were eight fighting volunteers from Twinhigh FTS and they were equipped by Bobby’s special abilities. She had called forth another twenty Clanforcers and their equipment along with special animals, androids and robots. While most were fighting elsewhere, she now had five Clanforcers with her, four combat androids in special power armour, two power armoured tracking dogs, two MrGutsys, one MrPorty and One MrHandy.

 

The female Bobby could not shake the feeling that she there was danger down there in the catacombs beneath Twinhigh but that it was not the thug soldiers they were fighting. The thug soldiers seemed to have little real heart for fighting; they were poorly equipped and trained. She and her people had so far killed four of them. The others kept pulling back before them.

 

Then she heard the screaming with her enhanced hearing. The screaming cut off abruptly. There was the sound of cheap but reliable autorifles and general purpose machineguns being fired. A grenade exploded. Something else was attacking the thug soldiers. There were some more screams, strange hissing-sizzling noises and then a dreadful silence fell.

 

Something had killed all of the thug soldiers.

 

After a short time Bobby led her forces deep into the Twinhigh Catacombs only to find there were no dead thugs, no signs of them at all except for a couple of dropped items that had not been picked up.

 

The catacombs were becoming more complicated, more maze like, and she soon realized that the pattern of them was actually shifting as some walls moved. Then they ran into the first of the shambling thug soldier zombies coming at them glowing strangely with deadly unnatural energies. Bobby ordered her people to shoot them in the head or the solar plexus if they could or even the knees to bring them down. For underneath these and other points the glowing unnatural energies were brighter. Her advise turned out to be correct as in the corpse light the zombies fell dead one by one, only to dissolve in a very strange and disturbing manner.

 

Catacombs and zombies? They seemed to go together quite well.

 

But they were not ‘real’ zombies but the product of very bizarre science that had converted dead thug soldiers into so called neozombies.

 

Somebody was playing very nasty games with them and had a sick sense of humour to back the games up with.

 

Next came swarms of rat corpse neozombies, rusty looking suits of medieval armour that were actually weird robots firing lasers from short stubby laser-lances, and thin skeletal battledroids with autorifles, laser-rifles and minirockets-rifles.

 

TO BE CONTINUED

Edited May 8, 2010 by Maharg67

[Herculine]

Creepy!

[Maharg67]

Yes, I creep myself out sometimes when writing alone late at night and using my vivid imagination to write horror. :devil: :banana: :bunny: :drag:

 

Yes, the dancing bananas are truly horrifying. :ohmy: :banana: :woot:

[Maharg67]

THIRTY-TWO

GATHERING TORANGES IN NEXISANCTUARY

 

Bobby, in NexiSanctuary, ran across a field of grass with Spammy the killclaw at his side. They jumped over small rocks and ran around larger rocky outcrops and boulders. They leapt over a fallen tree trunk, dropped out of the side of a grove of tall, slim pine like trees that were not pines but which grew odd little tasty fruits called toranges. They looked like small elongated oranges. Unknown to most people, the various clawbeasts, be they deathclaws, killclaws, skyclaws or others, could and would eat other than meat. They generally preferred meat.

 

But Spammy loved lightly sharp sour sweet toranges.

 

Wombles were already there, along with some humans, scaling the trees to pick some toranges from each tree. Not too many for the wildlife needed to feed and to spread the seeds, be they birds or monkeys or a kind of squirrel or possums or others. Womble warriors were on guard because this was territory of fast, cunning, agile, powerful clawraptors. Clawraptors were distant cousins of killclaws, were dinosaurs. Yet clawraptors were wary of wombles for good reasons.

 

Spammy raised herself on her rear legs and sniffed the air. She shivered with an odd form of excitement and gave an odd short shrieking noise. The killclaw had picked up the scent of other killclaws but this could be either good or bad news. She was of a particular subspecies and other members of that subspecies would accept her, if warily, but another subspecies would be much less likely to. The only real exceptions tended to be lone babies or fertile eggs which were often adopted.

 

A sliderjet machine, sleek and powerful, came to a graceful landing and out jumped Sandy with her womble friends. They came rushing over and the wombles exchanged informal greetings with the wombles from another clan. They exchanged small token-gifts that were constantly passed on and some gifts that were not. Token-gifts represented such as ‘friendship, trust, respect and mutual aid’.

 

They were out of quarantine and were moved to a semi-underground, mostly underground settlement, with many chambers having their own armaglass skylights to allow the sunlight in. There were also ergonomic designed, wilderness blending squat towers with apartments and other facilities that looked out over the local semiwilderness.

 

Permacultural cyclic-plantations were spread in all directions. Cyclic meant the changes made over decades to freshen the soil, to keep the plantations viable, the soil healthy and so forth. Such quad-plantations allowed local wildlife to eat part of their resources, to live healthy in their own ecosystems.

 

Bobby was troubled by something but he could not quite work out what it was. He sat in his survival fatigues with his back against a tree and Spammy sat on her hind legs next to him while he scratched her back. She panted and a womble brought her a bowl of water. Spammy lapped it all up and gave the womble a wet gravely lick, then did the same to Bobby just because he was there.

 

The same womble pealed a torange and lightly tossed the peeled fruit to the killclaw. She neatly caught it in her mouth and then ate it slowly with a look of bliss on her face.

 

Yes, something was troubling him but what was it?

 

TO BE CONTINUED

Edited May 8, 2010 by Maharg67

[shadowmadnezz]

Bobby must be troubled by what the other Bobby is doing? Like he senses danger

[Maharg67]

Partly, because the different Bobbys are always the same Bobby, but partly something else. :smile: :ermm: :drag: :devil:

 

 

Thanks for the input, Shadowmadnezz. :thanks: