It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time

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It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time 96.2[145]

Focusing the Hunt

 

Bobbikine responded. "Why not? The purpose of the necropuses, I like the name, was to seek out a number of lost GrandAncient artifacts as created by OtoAncients, AraAncients, NecroAncients, EtuAncients and the ClusterAncients and perhaps others. AraAncients so wise and lofty. OtoAncients trying hard to be like them but failing. NecroAncients so twisted, and nasty, supposedly just like me. ClusterAncients, serving the GrandAncients as 13 honorary GrandAncients though each 'honorary GrandAncient' was many lifeforms. What of the others? There were 13 kinds of GrandAncients, not including the honorary types like the ClusterAncients, but only so many names have reached us down the flow of eons."

 

Bobbikine: "Seek temples of ancient, lost, civilizations. Seek treasure vaults surrounded by great trap infested 3Dmazes. Seek private collections in modern vaults or forgotten in dusty mansions. In the depths of the Tower of London; below the Vatican; in the real Fort Knox; in the deeply sunken SS Titanic; in the mysterious unseen ancient spaceship, distorted and horrific perhaps like myself, in orbit around Luna; hidden right in front of you, disguised as far less ancient artifacts but still ones of great importance. Those trying to collect such are not servants, followers, minions of the Great Enemy but one of its many enemies trying to foil it."

 

Bobbikine: "Perhaps you think that the necropuses failed by dying, along with the glimmermists and glimmerfogs. You would be wrong. The necropuses brought forth other undead things of necromorphs now searching for the artifacts. There are also others but I do not know of their nature. Now I must go for I have things to do; we will meet again. I hope you appreciate my gift to you of one of those hunted artifacts."

 

The great statue vanished with a sparkling shimmer and left behind a floating metallic stone sphere. None seemed surprised, not Jane Bond or the netclones and especially not Grahen Maharg.

 

She spoke. "Bobbikine left us a special prize. We already knew he was really free. We suspect strongly that the traitor, or traitors, freed him but for what reasons, we do not know. They helped trap him in the first place so why free him? From here we go to the actual complex."

 

The complex was gone, was little more than a shell that had been emptied of all of its contents. Naked humans were there, along with some other lifeforms, in exotic semitransparent jelly capsules of green life preservation. There were not enough preserved lifeforms to explain the large number that had been officially working there let alone any that might have been secretly working there. Grahen Maharg soon declared that Bobbikine had done it all, with the help of mysterious followers, allies, minions.

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It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time 97.1[146]

It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time

 

Limited shapeshifting horrors, of necromorphs, were on the hunt for GrandAncient artifacts in the Known Ordered World but so were doppelgangers, wraiths and palefanes. Soon there was a large effort being carried out to both find them and the artifacts that they were searching for. Frankie and Brent were part of the search for the artifacts.

 

Bobbikine, hard and brutal but perhaps not totally evil, was free of his ancient confines. The entity, that had once been the male Bobbie, was gone into hiding with a 'secret armada' and perhaps the alliance of a treacherous, powerful entity; ironically it had probably been one of those that had confined Bobbikine in the first place.

 

An agreement was formed that Terrans could, would, start the Lunar Overworld colony of the UN Lunar Enclave that would take up to 100,000 Terrans in the first stage.

 

The skateboard craze is at its height in the First World, the West.

 

Squat Lunapra, Terran humans also adapted to lighter gravity life but in a different way than Lunatyr, sent delegations to Lunavina and Moontown. They were soon undertaking negotiations but matters were made difficult because the two peoples had a history of savage war between them.

 

In the Lunar Labyrinth from the PanAxis Civil War merged both another PanAxis and a new Pangermanic Empire. Peace only came when the new PanAxis vanished, taking many valuable resources with them and many captives.

 

The Triguardians' attempt to track down traitors in their ranks came to an end when a large group of Triguardians, and those serving them, disappeared suddenly. It was soon proven that they had been traitors and that they had done more damage than just causing the destruction of one darkcraft.

 

The production, distribution, and sale of necrodol is a slowly steadily increasing problem with an increasingly number of victims of which a few are turning into zombies.

 

The first low gravity, mass media broadcast, games take place at Moontown. Lunatyr and Terrans take part but so do others.

 

Benjamin Coola, the famous Terran chef, publishes his book on how lighter gravity can be used to make many wonderful meals with such as extra fluffy foam cakes and very light crepes.

 

The Graynari war, with the Zetan Alliance, moves further away from Terra and Sol (the Sun).

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The Writer

 

The Writer watches young and youthful women cheer-leading wildly in leotards and others playing football in only short shorts and Tshirts showing belly buttons. They were bare footed. He found his thoughts floating even as he watched 100 girls playing a game that seemed to consist of much kicked, jumping, running and other motions; there were no goal posts or nets; there were 10 balls to kick around; there were five teams, each with its own color coded Tshirts and short shorts. There were 100 cheerleaders and an audience of 100 young youthful women in miniskirts and minitops or minidreses or tight denim jeans and minitops.

 

They were all beautiful, as according to his tastes, but they were solid illusions.

 

The problem with being a Writer was that strong writing had to come from within deep but that meant calling upon some powerful, personal, subconscious stuff; airing one's dirty laundry in public. One's primitive urges could be very strong or was that just an excuse for self indulgence?

 

So he sat there and sipped cold, fresh, lemonade from a big chilled glass while two young women fanned him with big tropical island firn leaves. They were tropical brown Islander 'girls' and are naked except for straw skirts and flowers around their hair. At least it was historically accurate.

 

As for the story, what did the undeath mean to him? Then there was Bobbikine and his dark rage. What of the small chubby muscular baby figures? All, and more, showed up aspects of his unconscious.

 

Did he really want to expose that much of himself to his readers, if he was really showing anything much of himself, that is?

 

In the distance Godzilla rampages across a supercity made of giant plastic building bricks. Godzilla was wearing a made to fit CoolaCola Tshirt. He was being attacked by giant green plastic toy soldiers in helicopters and jet-fighters. Sometimes he would melt some right out of the air, with his energy flames, just as he melted parts of the plastic supercity. One could see Godzilla's zipper running down his belly, which was cool.

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It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time 98.1[147]

Junglenam Scattered War

 

Fifty upgraded, adapted, Huey helicopters swept along in formation as they followed the great, gently, winding tropical river. Sometimes it was called the Junglenam War but a more accurate name was the Junglenam Scattered War of shifting alliances, changing battlegrounds and new surprises of horror rising into existence with too much regularity.

 

The helicopters had new cutter blades able to chop through green stuff that would have previously brought them crashing down. They had greater lifting power, with smaller turbine engines, carrying extra layers of more special armor; they had upgraded, and new, weapon systems along with detection systems. They had crew, soldiers, and others in flight power armor. They had other tricks. Yet life in Junglenam was still damned dangerous and slowly getting more so.

 

Junglenam was somehow on Terra, Venus, Skaro, Mars and other worlds while remaining unique in its own right. From Venus came brutal quasidragons and other barbaric dragonfolk. From Mars came Green Martians, or greenmari, with six limbs, tusks, and a mean disposition to life. From Skaro came daleks, cybermen and other monstrous warrior folk. Thankfully there were others willing to be allies. The strongest link was between Junglenam and the jungle clad world of Venus.

 

But the real threat was from the exotic transdimensional realm of Junglenam itself. Super predators, undead things, unlifen creatures, ancient beings like the scaly DeepOnes and much else. Worst were the things that served the Great Enemy of Life that had many names.

 

The Hueys flew in efficient flexible formations with troopships, medivac copters, gunships with extra weapons running 'shotgun', detector copters with special sensor and scanner systems, a couple of command copters and some other specials. 20 of the helicopters were actually guided robotic drones filled with nasty surprises for anything that might attack.

 

The formation swept over a half sunken, armored, rivership with its bow tilted up out of the powerful, fast flowing river currents. The slowly rusting hulk was a relic of a 1930s military campaign that had been a poorly planned, over confident and costly failure.

 

Why the costly war effort? To stop what was in Junglenam from coming out, be it from Junglenam or passing through from some other place. To keep access to highly valuable resources, of a great variety, that were found in Junglenam. To gain access to technological and other secrets to be found in Junglenam. For other reasons hard to define or even hidden.

 

The winged things came darting out of the trees, scale armored WingOnes, with tentacles fore and aft that spat energies while the wings flapped in a blurring pattern. They headed for the nearest Hueys even as a robotic drone helicopter left the formation and rocket 'wings' slipped out into the open on both sides. At once they began to unleash volleys of semismart rockets. Even as the WingOnes were blasted with firepower from many helicopters, the rockets decimated them.

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It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time 98.2[148]

Junglenam Scattered War

 

The WingOnes kept coming, driven to serve the Great Enemy at any cost. As they kept attacking, the robotic helicopter drone flew straight into the swarm and then detonated savagely. The explosion ripped apart numerous creatures and sent others reeling in shock. For the formations of WingOnes, like other similar creatures serving the Great Enemy, had strange group mentalities. Most of the formation fell dead, or in bits, to the river below while the survivors were too confused to be of further danger to the air convoy.

 

The Hueys kept on flying, some helicopters shifting position to cover the gap left in the formation by the destroyed drone helicopter.

 

They came upon the great fortified Hunkerdown City with its many circles of defenses, its armored domes, and its squat fortified structures. The helicopters began to land, going to different heliports except for the gunships that circled until the last, doing what they could to keep extra fire coverage.

 

Then all were landed and the city had gained much needed reinforcements and some supplies. Soon medivac helicopters would be flying out, with fresh crews and patients, being escorted by Huey gunships and perhaps even Hind helicopters or even attack-helicopters.

 

Many hidden eyes observed what took place and some were intelligent, a few of those being of alien intelligence.

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'Junglenam Scattered War' has begun.

 

Subtitles to be used:

It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time (same as the Title above)

Choosing a Dark Path

Focusing the Hunt

Junglenam Scattered War

Timelords in Conflict

Before Everything Changed: As Things Changed

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It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time 99.1[149]

Focusing the Hunt

 

Graham Maharg, Grahen Maharg and Graven Maharg examined the floating metallic stone sphere that was an OtoOrb coded as OtoOrbprime77. It had been captured by Bobbikine as it floated in space, only semiactive but cloaked, in Terran Low Orbit. Which begged the question of how Bobbikine had gotten into space to do such a thing and also how he had managed to find such a powerful OtoArtifact. True, it was less powerful and sophisticated than an AraArtifact but it was still very much so. Bobbikine had passed it on as a gift but nobody was sure why he had done so.

 

Armstrong, of the Eternal Seeker, also stood there with Amanda by his side. He spoke. "The information impressions, coming to me, indicated that the OtoOrb was drawn to this timespace stream during what was called the Timespace Twisting, just when the Timespace Transformation had begun and was at its worst. It is linked with Bobbikine who once before came into contact with it, during the Twisting, when he was seeking to replace the female Bobbie. Bobbikine came into contact with the Great Enemy, the Great Traitor to the Living. That was when the Great Enemy was able to break through, from its terrible home dimensions, to enter these dimensions where it could feed upon life energies, upon the living. Perhaps Bobbikine helped it do so but I have no definite answers to that question."

 

Armstrong shrugged. "There are strong, yet subtle, links to those events and to the interference with the natural evolution of Terran humanity that led to changes and to the infestation. The Great Enemy intervened to alter humanity but why, I am not sure. Except that it might have something to do with the fact that humans can breed all year round and do not have a fixed breeding season."

 

The rainbow clad LittleFatWoman stood there, almost as if she had always been there. "I gave you the rainbow suitcase and the rainbow ball. You used them and the complex, here, was greatly expanded and improved but those gifts had purposes to them not yet activated."

 

The LittleFatWoman wore old fashioned farming overalls with a farming fork and a rainbow colored hen under one arm. "I will be staying here for some time to come, if I am welcome and I 'sense' that I am. I will now activate the further, deeper, purposes of the wonder gifts that I have already given."

 

A strange shivering shimmering went through everything and everybody. It lasted only seconds and yet, at the same time, seemed to last much longer than that.

 

Grahen Maharg spoke in response. "You have fully activated the AraArtifacts and have expelled the Triguardians who came here; why?"

 

The LittleFatWoman sighed. "Those were treacherous Triguardians, were secret followers of the Great Enemy of Life. The loyal Triguardians have discovered a large group of traitor Triguardians, who vanished away with many valuable resources, but that was partly a decoying trick so they would not learn of the traitors here. The traitors are imprisoned now in a special part of Sanctum. Now, I want to settle into my own home space where the rainbow hen will lay some of her special eggs. For now I need to be there alone but soon enough you can visit me. I suggest you investigate the changes that have been made to the complex."

 

Then she was gone almost as if she had never been there.

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It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time 100.1[150]

Timelords in Conflict

 

An expensively casual suited Saxon frowned hard. "You say that while you consider me to be an enemy that there is at least one other dangerous rogue Timelord out there and at least one is more dangerous than me. You really do know how to hurt a villain's ego." Saxon gave a grin-smile and then ate a mouthful of fine quality Terran human food adapted to Timelord tastes. Then he spoke again. "I suppose you mean the Timemaster fools, that insane scientist the Rani, the Time Meddling Monk or that insane false Rassilon."

 

At the other side of the big round table, PaulaTi wore an expensive oriental style slitdress that went down to her knees and so did SaraJane who was embarrassed by the wide slits running all the way up the sides of the garments and the thin leather straps linking them. She suspected that Saxon had hoped to make the two women uncomfortable but the female Timelord was clearly unphased by such 'cheap tricks'. Perhaps Saxon was also 'testing' PaulaTi to see how she would react to such a trick.

 

"No, none of those, but a far more powerful Timelord going back to the time when all Timelords were commanded by the tyranny of Rassilon, the real one that is." PaulaTi frowned. "I am trying to track down the Doctor, my grandfather, who may well have the answer to just what Timelord, or Timelords, are the threat. It is likely that they were involved somehow with the instigation of the TimeWar."

 

Saxon frowned. "I suspect that you want me to give you back your Transglobe, just like that, but what do I get out of the deal? It cost me resources to have it stolen and brought here."

 

"Your survival!" PaulaTi responded dryly. "Those that I speak of threaten you as well as others. They are from the Dawn of Timelords and have access to technologies long ago lost to Timelords or now forbidden to use. Gallifrey survived, due to clever timespace intervention, and is now in a pocket universe where it is quite safe."

 

Saxon looked thoughtful and then gave another grin-smile. "Why that fact should cheer me up, I do not know, but I am returning your Timeglobe to you. Perhaps even I miss our home world though that surprises me. I suppose the Doctor helped save Gallifrey."

 

PaulaTi nodded. "Thirteen reincarnations, of the Doctor, did so. Of that I can not speak of any further. Partly because I am forbidden to do so but mainly because there is much I do not know. SaraJane will come with me, to my Transglobe."

 

The two women went to PaulaTi's Transglobe. She had them teleport into it and then she carefully checked to make sure that the Time Master, alias Harold Saxon, had done nothing tricky with it. It turned out that Saxon had tried to get into the Transglobe but had failed to do so.

 

SaraJane Smith suddenly got very tired and lay down on a platform bed that came up out of the floor of the central command chamber. Except that she was not the real SaraJane Smith but a very advanced, sophisticated, cybernetic clone; had Saxon created her or the Timemasters or some other faction?

 

PaulaTi now had the task of searching for the real SaraJane Smith, hoping she was still alive, so as to rescue her.

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It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time 101.1[151]

Before Everything Changed; As Things Changed

 

Bobbie, and his netclone supersoldiers, found more devastation as caused by the 'monster' that had invaded the underground complex in the city of Perth. There were more dead, though also wounded that they assisted.

 

In a large, sealed off, area they found a great chamber with encapsuled lifeforms captured from the Forbaden Zone of Junglenam though some were perhaps not really living. Most were just relatively normal creatures, tough but still animals and plants struggling to survive. Yet there was a shapeshifting zygon and two silurians along with a small, young, quasidragon. The GillOne, in its own isolated status-capsule, was not really alive and was considered as a servant of the Great Enemy of Life.

 

There had been a secret experimental project that had led to the brief creation of a 'gateway to an alternate universal existence'. Or so the project scientists had assumed. They were wrong and so the first strong link with Junglenam was formed.

 

Except 'things were changing', the relative realities of the world were shifting. Bobbie knew that, others knew it to varied degrees but most seemingly did not at all; they changed as part of the greater changes.

 

Beyond that chamber were projects linked with research upon 'organic' samples taken from Junglenam but also those researching captured artifacts, technologies and more.

 

They found the 'thing' in a very strongly armored capsule, in a chamber set up to study it. The TwistedOne was hard to define, kept somehow changing while remaining the same and moving even as it remained in one place. It was an existing impossibility and it was an attractor of great trouble.

 

Bobbie frowned at it hard, knowing that he knew things about the TwistedOne that he was having trouble bringing up from the depths of his mind.

 

The TwistedOne mind-spoke coldly, harshly, and only to Bobbie. "You could be very powerful. You could gain new abilities and you could punish the evil that is the female version of yourself that took so much from you, the real Bobbie, the male Bobbie."

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It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time 101.2[152]

Before Everything Changed; As Things Changed

 

Bobbie frowned hard and passed on the message to the net-clones. Then he spoke to the thing in the capsule. "Do not try again to communicate with me in such a way as to block the netclones off from knowing what is said."

 

It was the sort of thing that Bobbie did automatically, that had netclones being so loyal to him but not just them.

 

The TwistedOne communicated more openly this time. "Aaahhh, how strange is your honesty and loyalty. Such things are not normal at all. The Great Benefactor wishes to devour you, mind-body-spirit, for your own sake. Give yourself to him but first betray others to the Great Benefactor's divine hunger."

 

Bobbie scowled. "The Great Enemy of Life, the creator of traitors and twisted life, of undeath, of appalling technologies and other knowledge. The one that seduced the OtoAncients."

 

The TwistedOne sounded offensive in many ways. "Yes, many OtoAncients, but also others including many of those so called refined, enlightened, AraAncients."

 

The male Bobbie shook his head. "Only a very few AraAncients were seduced and all of them quickly realized what was really going on. They changed sides and most sacrificed themselves in causing great damage to the plans of the Great Enemy. I do not know how I know these things but they are true just as it is true that you are more than just a TwistedOne. You are a direct avatar of the Great Enemy trying to trick me so as to take me over. How really was the Timespace Event triggered that led to the Timespace Transformation?"

 

The TwistedOne sounded condescending. "That is a question that you can answer better than I can. If you ever get any useful information, a reliable answer, I would love to share and in exchange I will devour your existence of mind-body-spirit. That would be a pleasure, at least for one of us."

 

Then the TwistedOne, an enslaved puppet that had once been a true OtoAncient, died in agony and was at peace for the first time in a vastly long time.

 

Bobbie frowned and felt a headache coming on as he tried to sort his thoughts out. He swallowed down a pill with a full litre canteen of water.

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