Walkers of Worlds

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WAKING, RETURNED TO EXISTENCE

 

When he first awoke, he smelt the odd scent of the fungus-flowers growing over the wet rocks where the water splashed into the big cavern chamber. The light and warmth came from glowcrystal, alien and quasiliving silicon lifeform growing like flat tentacles over the ceiling way above. He felt okay, lying there in ripped and stained cadet fatigues, his memories a misty blur dotted with big gaps. Okay but not great. The rock beneath him was damp and hard. His slimly muscular body was amazingly tough but he still liked his comforts or at least he assumed he did. Inside he felt empty, a great loss, as if something very important had been ripped away from him but he was not sure what it was.

 

:thumbsup: Life still goes on, Johnnie. There is hope.

 

:down: There is no hope, Johnnie.

 

Johnnie sat up carefully, warily in his stained and ripped fatigues. Yes, he had vague memories of a whirling storm of total madness, of a great city being ripped apart, of bizarre monsters, of soldiers in power armour and great stomping mecha. Johnnie had fought, had died, had returned with strange and terrible powers, had fought again, had died again. Johnnie had destroyed hundreds and hundreds of monsters but was not sure how he had done this.

 

He was on a kind of ridge against one cave wall and looking down a gentle slope. The water flowed down the slope as a large stream flowing over many rocks. He noted that he had his battered looking backpack still and a training autocarbine next to him. Yes, the Academy cadets had been mobolised to assist in the defence of the city but not as front line fighters. Yet the attack on the city had been so large, so savage, so sudden and swift, that soon the cadets were fighting hard. Johnnie had witnessed all of them dying horrific deaths except a very few who's fate he had no knowledge of.

 

:sweat: Be careful Johnnie, there could be all types of nasties hidden here.

 

Sensing no danger, the young man slipped his canteen out and found it to be empty. So he filled its lightly dented form from the stream and steadily drank some water in small gulps as he had been trained to do. He crouched in a way where he could see much of the cavern and he could spring into action if he had to do so. His senses were enhanced and he had extra sensory perception now, sharp and strong. The only other living things in that place where some fish in the big pool at the centre of the cavern that then emptied into another stream that flowed out of the great chamber, the fungus-flowers, some odd softly glowing vines, glistening mossgrass, many crawling insects, flying insects and other things that offered him no harm.

 

After he drank some more water, he caught some moss-roaches and ate them raw, crunching them in his mouth. The taste was hardly nice but the insects were nutrional and his digestion system had become more efficient, tougher, more flexible than those of normal humans. He picked some fungus-flowers and ate them. Only mildly nutrional and toxic but the toxins did not harm him at all. Indeed his body absorbed and utilised them.

 

Then he slipped on the backpack, adjusted his gear, slipped the autocarbine over one shoulder, and went exploring.

Edited December 22, 2010 by Maharg67

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QUESTIONABLE HISTORIES OF CENTRALIA

LAMPLIGHT CAVERNS, GODDES LIGHT CAVES OF CENTRALIA

 

The name of the vast cave system, a complicated maze in some areas but less so in others, came from the exotic biocrystal growing along its ceilings that provided it with warmth and light. This was the first discovery of such biocrystals by British explorers but the native peoples had, of course, known about such things for thousands of years. To them the cave system was known as the Goddess Light Caves. The British tried and failed to take samples of the amazingly hard biocrystal.

 

At the time they were made welcome by native Clansfolk, Tribals and others but only a couple of years later the long, savage war began as the British tried to invade the great circular continent of Centralia. The cave system became a place for both sides to have outposts and for much brutal fighting to take place. After the British were expelled from the whole region, the Clansfolk set up secret workshops, small factories, manufactories, a hospital, depots and other facilities in the caverns.

 

Then came the Great Treaty as the USA and Francogerman Empire threatened to intervene on the side of the Clansfolk in exchange for some favourable trade bonuses. To stop this, the British accepted to keep the Southern Lowlands only of the great circular continent, a humiliating defeat and yet one that led to the British Empire making many important and valuable gains.

 

Part of the Lamplight Caverns became open to scientists, tourists in guided tourist groups only, diplomats and a few others but the Clansfolk closed off most of the caverns.

 

But then came the Great Invasion and the Great Betrayal, leading to the Great World War and everything changed. The Clansfolk lost control of the Lamplight Caverns and they retreated, vanished, to leave it in the hands of new masters. Or was that what really happened? Was it the whole story?

 

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Edited November 12, 2010 by Maharg67

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SKELETONS AND THINGS IN A CAVE CORNER

 

Johnnie moved steadily but slowly through the isolated part of the Lamplight Caverns, the Goddess Light Caves, pausing only to take short sleeps, to catch and eat things raw, to gather other things and to eat them raw, to explore, to build a very precise 3D map of the way as he travelled it. Johnnie studied and mentally catalogued everything he found with his amazing memory. He felt his power growing slowly but steadily but he knew he was no superhuman despite his mental, physical and other enhancements.

 

The first sign of 'civilisation' was a single empty, reusable can resting on a ledge that had once held FARMER JOE'S BARBEQUE SAUCED BAKED BEANS, worth every bite at twice the price. So he picked up the can, including its lid, and took it with him. Yes, the baked beans came from the time of the Great World War when all containers were, when possible or advisable, made reusable because of shortages of materials.

 

:wallbash: Stupid Caves, I hate these stupid caves. I got to get out of this place.

 

:sick: Baked beans; better than eating horrible insects and other nasties.

 

:smile: Fine and crunchy moss-roaches, fingerfish and fungus-flowers, who could ask for more?

 

Johnnie had long learned to live peacefully with the voices with out totally ignoring them or really interacting with them. When he found the skeletal remains of a long dead human in a blue vault-suit from TekVault0087, he carefully examined it and found that it had only a few items with it though they were oddly well preserved. There was an electric stundartgun, compact and with a 50-volt impact, a half eaten boxtube of bubblegum, a small pocket-knife with a single fine steel blade, some Emergency Issue Coins (EICs), a wallet with some plastic bizcards, an IDcard and a 3D photo of a woman with a child, a 9mm revolver-pistol of basic design, five 9mm bullets of the basic cased kind and a pipboy-3000A1C with some added features. The man, according to his IDcard, had been a construction worker subcontracted by VaultTek from a cousin TekCorporation, WorkTek, in a way that was probaly meant to dodge taxes. He had brown skin, black hair, was fit and healthy.

 

According to faint psychic impressions left behind, the man had died of terror though having his throat ripped out by huge fangs had not helped much.

 

Johnnie sat in the fairly isolated corner of the big glowcavern he was in and he spread out his own items with the newly found ones. The skeletal remains did not concern him in the least because a few human bones were not going to attack him, at least he had no sense of this happening.

 

:turned: Who knows just what might happen? Turtle soup may start dripping from the sky. Wombats might learn how to fly in submarines. The wonders of the world are as many as are the striped socks of a man with no feet.

 

:geek: Really, let us not be so illogical. Johnnie must focus on the rational, the practical, the logical. Anyway, Johnnie love me more than he does you.

 

Johnnie placed the autorifle next to two full and one half full magazine of special caseless slimshot 5:5mm calibre bullets, the canteen now full of cave water, a sealed MRE (meals ready to eat or meals ready to eject), a dog eared science fiction novel, a messy messkit, a combat knife, a pocket-tool with various devices, a pocket-knife both bigger and with a bigger blade than the one he had found, a medical kit, some rolled bandages, a stimpak, a red apple, some keys with a metallic skull key-holder, a packet of neotobacco cigarettes, some loose coins of different kinds, a wallet full of stuff and what looked like a metal lunchbox that he knew had not been there before. It was odd that he had not thought to look into his backpack until that moment. In the wallet were plastic bizcards, a bankcard, an IDcard, three 3Dphotos of three girlfriends who did not know that the others existed, a wrapped condom, some vouchers and a scrap of paper with some odd words, numbers and symbols written hastily on it with a pencil that he did not have with him.

 

Knowing, somehow, that the mysterious box would not open yet for him, he lay down on the hard rock floor and went to sleep on the blue jumpsuit that was only a little torn and blood stained.

Edited December 22, 2010 by Maharg67

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WAKING TO SOME GIFTS

 

When he awoke it was to find that everything he had gathered was new, was made new, was enhanced somehow. The can of baked beans was full of baked beans so he ate them, cold, scooping the barbeque flavoured sauce and beans into his mouth with his fingers. Then he put some water into the can, sloshed it around and drank it until the interior of the can was clean. Feeling happier, he carefully put the can to one side with its lid put back on.

 

:teehee: If you stand on your head, everything looks somehow more improved, more surreal.

 

:verymad: It's the blood rushing to your head, fool.

 

At times the voices could even be mildly entertaining. He crunched and muched his way through the apple, eating the whole thing, core and seeds and all. Next came the MRE, which he quite liked, and then he sat and meditated for a moment even as he began to sense danger approaching from the distance. Meditation cleared his mind, prepared him for what would be fight, flight or concealment or some other tactic of survival. His rifle was loaded, as was the 9mm revolver-pistol and electric stundartgun, and yet he knew even then that he would be using ways to enhance the power of those weapons.

 

The backpack was changed though from the outside it looked no different. He stuffed everything into it and everything, impossibly it seemed, fitted while leaving plenty of room to spare and not increasing the weight of the wearing of the backpack. His clothes and other gear were also repaired as new, of course. Soon he was ready to move and yet he crouched in the one position with his rifle in his hands and pondered his new possible moves.

 

:excl: With you now will go a portable transdimensional home of sorts with special abilities and bonuses but it will not make you superhuman or make your quests too easy to carry out. Two transbubbles have become activated. One is of forest haven, the other of academic haven. Did you not wish for this as part of your agreement as part of the Game of the Wheel of Fate?"

 

Yes, he had vague memories of making the agreement so that he could more quickly and easily leave behind a terrible world but with plans to return there to assist others trapped there. But there were complications. Something else was coming his way, something not dangerous, but it was fleeing from that which was threatening not just to him that to those being pursued. He would leave the skeletal remains behind and would find a better advantage point in that big cavern chamber. For now he would not focus on the damned Fatelords and their eccentric, powerful game playing with so many peoples of the Multiverse of every intershifting, evolving universes. No, he would try to pretend that they did not exist.

 

:whistling: Yeh, yeh, as if that is going to work.

 

He wondered if it was worth giving the voices a psychic slap.

 

:no: That is not necessary. We were only joking, only joking, you know what jokers we can be. Ha ha is to laugh. Give it a giggle now. All will be right in the rain.

 

The voices fell quiet for a while as he adjusted his gear and then began to leave behind the skeletal remains but it seemed the Fatelords, or some other powerful exotic force, was not going to let him leave that place so quickly. More complications were soon going to rise.

Edited December 22, 2010 by Maharg67

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QUESTIONABLE HISTORIES OF CENTRALIA

THE GREAT INVASION, THE GREAT BETRAYAL, THE GREAT GLOBAL WAR

 

In response to the Great Invasion of the Martians, the tripocs with their massive battletripods striding across the lands as they emerged out of the oceans, the humans fought hard for survival. That is for those who rose in betrayal to make a deal with the aquatic tripocs, to divide the world up between the oceanic tripoc domains and the dryland based human ones. The tripocs had been driving humanity back, along with its allies, and perhaps it seemed to the betrayers that they had no choice but the price was high. The new human domains were little more than puppet states being constantly drained of resources that went to the tripocs in their ocean zones.

 

But those who had betrayed other humans, along with yet others, began to betray the agreement with the tripocs and seemingly out of nowhere rose the Thirteen Grand Masters of Science, the super geniuses that would study, understand and turn tripoc knowledge against them. Yet these thirteen seemed also to bring forth technologies not used by the Aquatic Martians. Where did this knowledge come from, dark and disturbing as it was, and how did it help lead to the horrific events of Doomsday and to the terrible aftermath that caused so much death and destruction along with the Great Vanishing and the Great Transformation.

 

It should be noted that the Aquatic Martians, the tripocs, suffered as much as everybody else did on the world, which was greatly.

 

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Edited November 22, 2010 by Maharg67

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WAS A SKELETON, WAS A SECRET AGENT?

 

With a sparkling shimmer the skeletal remains became a youthful man, the very man who had been shown as older on the IDcard's 3Dphoto. The man looked confused as he sat there in his newish jumpsuit, as he tried to work things out. He was clearly trying to come to terms with his new existence. The dark skinned man turned and frowned softly at Johnnie who was looking at one of two large entrances into the cavern coming from tunnels. Johnnie crouched fairly close to the other man and was staring at a stream flowing down over rocks.

 

The man spoke. "Name on the IDcard is fake. I was a secret agent sent to investigate the TekCorporations. I served, indirectly, the Aquatic Martians, and I was trying to find out if the puppet state humans were trying to betray the Martians. Fools, of course they were, they had no choice but to do so. The Aquatic Martians were too cruel, too greedy and too blind to the needs of those they over exploited. I remember coming here as a subcontractee worker through WorkTek to do service for VaultTek. I came across country in one of those big atomic motorised Landliners. I suppose you know of them. Big double-decker machines."

 

Johnnie nodded. "Knew of them. Saw them in in a museum of modern technologies. Rode as a passenger in one of them in a super vertual reality holiday. I lived in a bubblecity. I was the child of one of the elite families who betrayed humanity. The elites thought the bubblecities would be safe havens but they got tricked by the damned tripocs. The bubblecities were deluxe prisons and the Aquatic Martians were tightly in control of them. Any time they chose to do so, they could punish or even destroy all of the people in any or all of the bubblecities."

 

:blink: That would have been terrible.

 

:excl: Please be quiet and let Johnnie focus. This is important.

 

>:( That is what you always say but okay, we will hush.

 

Johnnie shrugged. "I have only vague, fragmented memories of what happened. Perhaps I do not want to know what really happened. Danger is coming but so are those who are being chased by that threat. I will try to discover what is going on and to help those in danger, those I can feel no threat from. I wish I could give you some real answers to what has happened since Doomsday but I do not know myself. I suggest we stick together until we can find some people and learn more."

 

The man nodded and shrugged. "My name is Tod Anderson. I was a stupid, arrogant, brutal assassin and torturer. I carried out many harsh crimes against people. My mind has been opened but more importantly, my spiritual side has been enhanced somehow, has been boosted, evolved... I can not find proper words to explain it all. Did you have such amazing things happen to you?"

 

Johnnie shrugged. "I died a horrible death, came back changed and wiped out a million plus demons."

 

Tod stared at Johnnie for a moment and then he sighed. "I believe you. Even when you are still, very still like that, you are like a bomb ready to explode. Still, who am I to judge anybody? I suggest that we go and try to save those people. So who gets what weapons and other equipment?"

 

Johnnie passed over the 9mm revolver and spoke. "You are enhanced of mind and body but extra enhanced of spirit. In truth I am not sure what that means. There is so much I am not sure of and very little that I am sure of but life goes on and I want to live."

 

Soon the pair had set out to find those in need of help and those threatening those in need of help.

Edited December 22, 2010 by Maharg67

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AT THE CONTROL BOX

 

Tod frowned as they splashed through fast flowing, cool water that soaked their trouser legs and boots. "The Enclaven was the force of betrayal outside of the bubblecities. I served them. I never got to go into the bubblecities though I tried to earn the privilege."

 

"Was a dubious privilege." Johnnie led the two of them past long rails fused to a stone wall that were made of self-repairing smart-metal and which still looked newish. Trouble was the wooden catwalk itself had long ago collapsed into rotted wreckage. "The bubblecities were crowded and the actual privileges were rationed, were in short supply compared to all the work that one had to do, all the oppressive security, the constant fear of betrayal by the secret police or even so called friends. The TekCorporations rose to build the bubblecities but it was the damned Patriot Party led World Unification Government, the WUG, that really controlled them. Fancy naming a political party of betrayal such a name."

 

They climbed onto dry ground up a shallow slope to where they found a metal catwalk and, fused partly into a wall, a metal control-box. The metal door had been ripped open and hung on one hinge. The control panel was slightly damaged but its cheap display flatscreen was showing a normal VaultTek logo and some data about the control-box and the network-systems that it was part of. There were some switches, small displays, buttons, a small keypad and some other features. Tod worked the controls and a bioplastic square slid out of a vertical slot, being A5 sized, that showed a technical map of the area of caves and the network-systems that had once been active there.

 

Tod frowned. "These data network-systems were fairly reliable but employees soon got used to being wary of any data they gave. According to this there is a utility hub outpost, a UHO, not far from here. It should have basic supply dispensers, body-cubicles, rest-cubicles, a telescreen, tool-lockers, survival-lockers but then again, if this has been broken open, the UHO has probably long become a target."

 

The truth was that many of the hitech technologies of the TekCorporations were of dubious quality. Some had gone very wrong but others had turned out to be very reliable while most were somewhere in between these two extremes. The bubblecities were always having troubles with advanced network-systems and other hitech going wrong. Sometimes lives were lost as when two monotrains crashed head on or a cleantron went amok amongst shoppers in a big supermarket or food from a mattercator was toxic. The Patriot Party, the Enclaven, and the TekCorporations did not want to hear the truth to the point that to speak out aloud of what everybody knew about anyway, was to get into trouble.

 

:ermm: Can we talk now?

 

:cool: We can discuss the matter, if you wish.

 

:geek: Aaahhh, if you discuss the matter, then you are talking.

 

:cool: Hmmphhh, thinks he knows everything, he does.

 

Johnnie sighed softly at the logic of the voices and he closed the metal door carefully and touched the damage. There was a sparkling shimmer and the damage was gone just like that. Tod was impressed and a little wary.

 

Johnnie spoke to him. "My abilities may look magical but they are not. I have severe limits for now. I fixed the control-box so as to better protect its interior because people might need to use it in future. Now, the UHO is in that direction, which is where we should encounter the runaways and perhaps also those that pursue them."

 

They set out again.

Edited December 22, 2010 by Maharg67

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QUESTIONABLE HISTORIES OF CENTRALIA

LAMPLIGHT CAVERNS, GODDESS LIGHT CAVES OF CENTRALIA

 

Following Doomsday and the long century following it of much suffering and struggle to survive, to rebuild again, the Lamplight Caverns (Goddess Light Caves) had become a haven for a number of peoples and yet also the scene of much old death and destruction. There were various exotic factions and settlements hidden amongst its complexity. Of these some were far more known about than were others. There were also some areas more known about than were others.

 

Clansfolk: the Clansfolk had considered the cave systems to be very important spiritually and otherwise for many centuries. If anything this increased after Doomsday. A large area of the cave systems were conquered by the Clansfolk and kept relatively safe. Clansfolk created here one of their hidden Queendoms with its own royal court, nobility of merit, settlements, clans, guilds, orders and other facets. Clansguardia soldiers, or Clansguards, protected the queendom's borders along with other forces. The Clansguardia had some interesting allies, not all of them human, and these others dwelt in the hidden queendom as minorities.

 

Then there was Little Lamplight populated by children only up to the age of 15. The children lived with androids, robots, dogs, cats and an AI-supercomputer network-system. The settlement was isolationist and tried to keep outsiders outside. There were many mysteries to it such as where did new children come to replace those who reached the age of 15 and went off to Big Lamplight, the sister settlement to Little Lamplight. The children did meet some chosen traders at the edge of their settlement and they had some unique cavern products to trade with but it seemed that they got supplies from some other place they refused to speak of. The Little Lamplighters also traded with the Big Lamplighters at the Meeting Lamplight, the shared outpost where they would meet with each other.

 

Big Lamplight was where 15 year olds from Little Lamplight went to and staid in what was an older populated version of Little Lamplight except that there was much more productive work going on, much more adult oriented and much more risqué. Yet here was also a mystery for when the Big Lamplighters reached the age of 30, they vanished. Like the Little Lamplighters, the Big Lamplighters seemed to have a mysterious source of supplies and even some luxury goods and services.

 

Then there were scattered small settlements of tribals, ghouls, peaceful rhouls and some others including those who had once served the TekCorporations or TekCorps.

 

Then there was a LifeVault and a TekVault but these are written off elsewhere.

 

Other reports spoke of defensive aggressive rogue robots known as cavetrons being units designed to work in the cave systems, of smallish cave-dragons, of mirelurks, of radroaches, of giant insects and much else.

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LITTLE LAMPLIGHTERS ON THE RUN

 

Lucy from Little Lamplight was carrying a little girl as she hurried at the head of the group. Bren was carrying an autocarbine and a compact backpack. The dog Clover was limping a little as she walked quickly with them. The 14 year old Sancho was carrying two neobabies in pouches and a backpack along with a single barrelled shotgun. There was something odd about the children but it was subtle, was not easily discerned. They came into the big glowcavern close to a clump of stalagmites and some big metallic cube-containers marked with TransTek or VaultTek symbols, TransTek being the big transportation TekCorp.

 

Johnnie and Tod watched the group come in their direction and then they came slowly, carefully out into the open with no weapons in hand. The Little Lamplighters stopped and the children, except for the sleeping neobabies, looked upon the pair of men with some suspicion.

 

Johnnie spoke then. "Sometimes I know things but I do not know how I do. You are Lucy of the Little Lamplighters. You are their doctor."

 

Lucy shrugged. "Sort of their doctor. We have an android doctor who does the bad stuff. I just do cuts, bruises and kiss away tears. I am 11 years old. How old are you? There is something strange about both of you but you do not seem dangerous somehow. I suppose you should know that supermutants, big uglies, are chasing us."

 

At that Johnnie had a flash of recognition of the name, a flicker of memory that came and went before he could grasp it.

 

:devil: A dark disturbing flash of recollection.

 

:yes: Something to focus on, to try to reclaim.

 

:no: Nnnaaaa, it was nothing. Just forget it.

 

o_O Forget what?

 

One of the baby like, pudgy muscular, cute adorable neobabies woke up and she chortled with laughter. "Funny, silly voices in Johnnie's head."

 

Johnnie was startled. How had a mere neobaby, the product of genetic engineering gone slightly wrong, heard the voices. It seemed impossible. Yet there were more important considerations to focus on for the moment. Big uglies, supermutants, meant big trouble. He could sense as much. He had no clear memories but a strong impression he had known of such before in some very ugly manner, in some way that induced a feeling of guilt, sadness and anger in him. He had a bad feeling that the weapons that they had would go poorly against such monsters.

 

Lucy gave Johnnie an odd look. "Surely you know about supermutants if you live here in the Lamplights."

 

Johnnie gave her a mild grin. "I have not been around for centuries and neither has Tod here. I am Johnnie and this is Tod."

 

:pinch: The baby can hear us, what do we do?

 

:wub: Ooohhh, how sweet and adorable. I could just eat them all up.

 

The girl neobaby shook her head. "Me doesn't want to be eaten up." Yet she did not seem to be very worried. "Want bickie."

 

Sancho, a light brown teen, shook his head. "Neobabies can eat ten times their weight in bickies and still want more. We have only five more bickies left. We have to keep going. Those damned zentaurs keep picking up our trail somehow. Monstrous things with those whip-tentacles and the spitting of acid-venom. To think they were human once. And those supermutants, those monsters all ugly and sexless, big and hulking."

 

Lucy spoke again. "There are five zentaurs, eight zenamoths, five massemoths and a megamoth chasing us. You know, zentaurs are the horrible things with tentacles, zenamoths are about the size of big muscular normal human men, massemoths are hulking bigger than them and megamoths are even bigger than them. They come from TekVault0087. They got armour, they got some guns but mostly they got big sledgehammers. Only good thing is most of them supermutants are very stupid. Only the zenamoths are smart like humans but not like geniuses or anything. We were out scavenging, gathering and hunting for small game like sweetfish, meatworms and goopers when those monsters came upon us. Then they started chasing us. They used to ignore us so we do not usually worry about them but lately two groups of Little Lamplighters have vanished."

 

Tod spoke then. "We should get going then."

 

The craggy 8 year old, Bren, scowled. "Yeh and stop the weird talk about knowing things and sensing things. I say leave the oldies to their own wits and leave them behind. Mungos only slow us down."

 

Lucy frowned at Bren. "Stop it right now or I will tell Mayor MacCready you are being bad again."

 

Bren scowled but he shut up abruptly and could not quite conceal that MacCready frightened him.

 

Johnnie then spoke. "Hold hands, all hold hands in a big circle. The neobabies will be fine in their pouches. I am taking us all to somwhere qute safe and special."

 

They did so, Bren looking annoyed and the others curious. The neobabies were all sleeping once more. They formed a circle and then Johnnie focused on a particular symbol that formed in his mind as he needed it to. With a soft sparkling shimmer they all vanished even as the first of the first zentaurs slithered quickly into the glowcavern.

Edited December 22, 2010 by Maharg67

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ORBISTRANSZIA

 

The OrbisTrans of OrbisTransZia was given over to the use of Johnnie with its special service-support abilities and transdimensional environment of time-space. In other words time went more slowly inside than outside and it was bigger inside than outside. Indeed it was hidden so small and otherwise in a very special manner.

 

From the first there was the HubBubble but now there were linked to it one forest-haven and one academic-haven transbubble.

 

The environment of OrbisTransZia was subtlely designed, looked and otherwise was like typical environments of Earthly experience. The HubBubble was like a TekVault in appearance and layout but less bleak, friendlier and with some special added features. The forest-haven was an area of forest with a small lake and a small river along with a village complete with treehouses, along with some other facilities. The academic-bubble was really more than a university or academy though it looked like a mixture of both. It had gardens, buildings and also a sky above as did the forest-haven transbubble.

 

Yet, despite the general appearance of things, OrbisTransZia had special qualities about it and special abilities that Johnnie most of all could access though a few were blocked even from him.

 

The HubBubble was one kilometre wide and high and each haven transbubble was three kilometres wide and high.

Edited October 30, 2010 by Maharg67