GAME WORLDS ADVENTURES

[Maharg67]

 

008

 

JAKE MAHARG

 

*****

 

Jake sat at his big old desk in the office-library-study, a bedroom, of the big old house and used the internet to view recent bank details. The money was there, as promised, as was coming in every hour in 'packets' that equaled an ANZUR Dollar per second. Tax had been taken account of and his income was post tax. That he was hugely better off financially was good but he 'sensed' that he would more than earn the new income.

 

The house and property were his now. Council rates for the year had been paid.

 

The animals were all around him in the office-library-study with its tall bookcases full of books and other publications, the disk-racks full of CDs and DVDs, the minimainframe in a corner that he had somehow got going and linked with a terminal and two PCs, some artworks on the wall and stacks of stackable plastic storage containers openable at the front and top. Some people accused him of being a pack rat, suggested he get rid of things, but he used everything he had or gave it away anyway. Often those who were doing the suggested actually wanted something that he had no intention of giving to them.

 

He went to another website and, picking up the telephone, starting making inquiries about fitting the house and property out with a comprehensive security network-system, a solar power network-system, a passive hot water system, improved fences, reinforced gates, a water recycling network-system, new insulating materials and much else. Luckily the big old house was quite sturdy, well made and well designed. Yet he soon realized that it would take a good deal of money to transform both house and property, that it would need to be done in careful phases.

 

*****

 

It was then that the telephone rang and a young woman spoke to him. "Is that Jake Maharg?"

 

"Yes, it is!" Jake wondered what somebody was going to try to sell him or what cause would try to get money from him. At least he now had the option of saying yes to a fair sized sale or donation.

 

The warm, sweet, sexy continued on. "Rhonda Rhodes asked me to speak to you about your hiring our service. We are fully endorsed by the Maharg Foundation. Rhonda Rhodes has stated to us, and will confirm to you, that for every ANZUR dollar you spend with us, the Maharg Foundation will match it with another dollar. We are the Maharg Special Construction, Reconstruction and Upgrades Corporation. We have a web site under that name. My name is Sally Rhodes, I am a cousin of Rhonda and I would like to visit you with the details of various proposals."

 

Jake considered the idea but only briefly. "Fine! When will you be coming?"

 

She responded. "Straight away! I am using a mobile phone and am in a car just outside of your house."

 

Jake was surprised and pleased because Sally Rhodes sounded sexy and sweet. He wondered briefly if she would allow him to have his way with her as Rhonda Rhodes did.

 

*****

 

Sally Rhodes proposed that he pass over $20,000 in ANZUR terms and that the Maharg Foundation would match it with another $20,000. This $40,000 would go into the initial fixing up, upgrading and additions of the house and property. He accepted and signed the documents even as she slipped out of her shoes and clothing. Naked, she counter signed the documents.

 

An hour later they took turns showering and sat in old houserobes in the big old lounge room with its crazy mixture of fittings, furniture and decorations along with the big old fireplace that had not bee used for a very long time. A dog sat on the couch with her, its head on her lap, as she stroked its canine head. Another two stray cats and taken up residence in the house that day, along with an abandoned dog, the very one with Sally Rhodes.

 

He was looking at some blueprints and other information of the big old house and property, including a map and photographs. He was surprised by just how old the house was for it had been first constructed in 1850, over 150 years ago. There were also other surprises such as indications of a secret basement area and hidden chambers, passages and other spaces higher in the house. There was also a buried World War Two bomb shelter in the back yard.

 

"The Kelly Sisters will start working tomorrow while you are attending university. There are three of them and they are very experienced, highly skilled workers." Sally sighed sweetly. "They also have good equipment and supplies."

 

Jake arched his eyebrows. "There is a shortage of tradesmen, of skilled workers, in the non essential civil sector."

 

She gave a mild, somehow sexy, shrug. "The Kelly Sisters serve only the Maharg Foundation and are classed as in essential service as far as the government is concerned. The Maharg Foundation has much influence with government on all three levels of local, state and federal. Your first assignment is linked with the Federal Department of Scientific Research and Development of the Federal Ministry of Science and Technology. You will be asked to examine and then write a report, including a briefing and recommendations, on a particular research development project. It involves a new possible biological weapon to be used against the ragers and ravers. You will gain a base of $10,000 along with another $10,000 to $40,000 according to assessments made by a group that I am not able to identify mainly because I do not know anything about them."

 

It turned out that she had brought the report in the form of data in an expensive, sophisticated laptop computer that she passed to him as a Maharg Foundation bonus. With it came a carry-case, various attachments, cables and other extras including compression datachips with much software of many kinds.

 

Soon after that Sally got dressed, did some grooming, and departed after a quick kiss and a hug.

 

 

 

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009

ETERNAL TRICKSTER

 

*****

 

Eternal Trickster? He wondered sometimes what that actually meant. Now he wondered it as he attempted to summon into existence a few World War Two type machines but upgraded in some ways with improved materials, new multiple fuel generators, new electric motors, improved armour effect even with so called 'soft skin vehicles'. Why was he inspired to do this? Perhaps because he feared the mindcapped and the hidden Nestines, the alien collective intelligence behind them, the autons and the modulaorgs. To the humans they had come seemingly out of nowhere to invade humanity, and to enslave most of them, killing many of them in the process, during the War of Enslavement. Or that is what the humans called it. The TripleImperium called it the War of True Freedom.

 

Out he stood in a great semi-open cave chamber with grubby, tired looking soldiers of the Resistance Alliance looking at him with much hope and little expectation. Summoners had come and gone but most had proven to be weak if not fraudulent. Basic drum-fires burned with local gathered solid fuel materials. A loose collection of vehicles, tents, shacks, other machines and other structures took up much of the big semi-open cavern on both sides. There were some children there also. The chamber was very evenly structured, was not so much natural as quasinatural, being made of guided natural forces by ancient alien forces.

 

In his rough trenchcoat, large black boots and cargo trousers, along with a stained Tshirt, he did not seem much but nor did anybody else. In one hand he held, in contrast, an intricately beautiful white golden staff, at least lined in the metal. On each middle finger was a basic looking white golden ring with a white golden disk shaped front with a black symbol on it. At times the symbols would change slowly or abruptly, depending upon what he wanted to happen or upon other conditions.

 

He tapped the base of the staff against the stone floor and the crystal-stone at its tip glowed, sparkle shimmered, and then the first thing appeared being a large hoversled, lightly armoured-armed and based generally on World War Two vintage technologies plus some extra, more advanced aspects. Yet even as the machine appeared, the area of floor under and around it, rose as a disk platform that was soon a metre high. The exotic vehicle was packed with equipment and supplies, including items for itself such as special spare parts.

 

Then there was a White Halftrack truck, World War Two American, lightly armoured with a heavy machinegun above and behind the cabin. The big two wheeled, and rear tracked vehicle, was heavy, rugged and was full of a semirandom choice of World War Two American Equipment and Supplies beneath a tight tarmac cover that showed as a shallow bulge above the sides of the machine. A disk shaped platform also arose.

 

The next was a World War Two American self propelled gun, an M7 based on a Sherman battletank with a 105mm howitzer. It was called a Priest.

 

*****

 

The soldiers looked astounded and then Captain Avery Haldane came stomping over to the Eternal Trickster and he grinned, wiping some dirt off his face. "Three fine vehicles to assist in the war against the 'triples'. Extra goodies also, I see."

 

The Trickster, currently being called Bruce, gave the officer a mild grin. "I don't know how or why it happened but after each vehicle is removed, another one will slowly-steadily materialize to replace it, that is an identical vehicle but with a random mixture of extra equipment and supplies with the hoversleds and halftracks. Will take anywhere from about two and a half to three and a half hours to generate each replacement. Got to understand humans are not the first to gain such support from the mysterious ones, or at least from one of the factions of one kind of the mysterious ones. Never mind, I suppose you get the idea. Now you can do as agreed and bring refugees from Saint Caldona to safety here."

 

The captain lost his grin. "Sorry, have to change the agreement. Can't do anything for those rebels. We will have to lock you up as a valuable asset. Can't have you...."

 

With a sparkling shimmer, Captain Avery Haldane turned into a stone statue, a finely accurate portrayal of himself. After five minutes, with another sparkling shimmer he returned to being normal again. Soon after that he gave orders for a well equipped and supplied expedition to make its way to Saint Caldona, a human settlement under siege by the TripleEmpire, where the people had dared to question some of the orders of the military civil emergency government of the Resistance Alliance. The Resistance Alliance Central Government was becoming slowly and steadily more autocratic, corrupt and unable to deal with the challenges facing the Resistance Alliance. It was time for a change.

 

Five hours later the convoy returned with the refugees and with livestock, plantstock and other valuable resources including some surprising ones. More vehicles had been materialized and with them, equipment and supplies.

 

*****

 

The two priests pulled the tarp from the strange machine that lay on the flat tray back of an American Ford pickup truck. The machine was a dull, dark silvery tear drop shaped vessel about five metres long and both fairly flat and wide. One side clearly showed the black marked slight dents left by some kind of anti-aircraft guns, most like a 40mm one. It was not the AA-gun that had brought the dartboat down, that was very clear to him despite the claims of the devout but eccentric pair of priests in their lightly stained white robes.

 

"Was God himself that guided our hands to bring this alien crashing down from the skies. Clearly it is of the evil blasphemous heathens of the triples who would make themselves as gods." The plump man thrust out his chest, such as it was, and flourished his hands through the air in what was supposed to be an elegantly graceful fashion; it was not! "Now, what donation will you give to the Church of the Late Later Day Saints of the Glorious Glory of God?"

 

"None! You Ormons did not shoot down the dartboat." He reached out and touched the curved pointed nose of the strange vessel that had no visible features such as portholes or doors. "You also agreed to simply give it over to me if I made sure your people were escorted by the Resistance Alliance Army safely out of Saint Caldona. Please do not make me angry lest I turn you into stone-flesh."

 

The fool of a priest grimaced and held up his finger to stab it towards the Eternal Trickster, alias Bruce Springstone, but with a sparkling shimmer he became a stone statue, actually a figure of stone-flesh. The other, younger priest, made hasty retreat. The Eternal Trickster ignored him, touched the dartboat again and both it and he vanished with a sparkling shimmer.

 

Edited August 24, 2011 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

010

 

JAKE MAHARG

ORASCU

 

*****

 

Jake found himself back in the big cavern chamber with the ancient alien artifact, the crystal dome topped cylinder column with its disk shaped base and alcoves. There was the water channel, the bowl shaped pool and other features. There were new alcoves not only in the cylinder but much bigger cube shaped ones in one great wall of the great big cave chamber. That is the wall behind him.

 

He was not alone. A tough looking feral cat, female adult, was crouched on the other side of the pool with some tough looking kittens. They seemed calmer, healthier and fitter than when he rescued them in a way that had surprised even him, making them vanish from a laneway as the mother cat allowed him surprisingly close to her and her kittens. Fairly close to the cats was a large cube shaped alcove in one wall that seemed to be equipped to serve the needs of smaller felines such as a replenishing drinking bowl, a dispenser of cat biscuits, a cat litter box like device and a few smaller sleeping alcoves with padded floors.

 

Jake decided it would take time to get the cats to truly trust him. He went to the alcoves full of duplicated items from his previous, his first, visit. He had returned with different clothes and the same backpack full of other items, along with two duffel-bags full of stuff and extra items in his pouchbelt, pockets and stuffed down the front of his BETTY PAGE Tshirt with a tamer pinup picture of the famous 1950s pinup girl. He brought the maximum that he 'sensed' that he could. He had brought damaged items that he knew would be fixed in this other realm and would be replicated in that condition. Generally he brought what he could considering rationing and other difficulties. Some items were put in on a whim and others because he was experimenting with what would happen. He felt good being able to recycle some very useful items.

 

So he brought through twelve paperback books (some regenerated), a hand-crossbow (regenerated), eight hand-crossbow bolts (two regenerated), eight cans of food or drink, packet of powdered milk, a jar of instant coffee, two family sized chocolate bars, a single house brick (regenerated), two boxes of survival long-matches, some plastic children's construction parts, a white Tshirt (regenerated), a bath towel (regenerated), a small carton of cow's milk, a packet of rice, a packet of instant noodles, a tube of condensed milk, a tube of condensed milk with coffee, a can-opener (regenerated), some steel carpentry nails (regenerated), two hardback books of an encyclopedia (regenerated), three keydrives full of varied data, some rechargeable batteries of varied sizes and shapes, a solar rechargeable batter recharger unit (recycled), a .303 bullet (regenerated), a small metal lidbox (regenerated) full of different types of dice, a soft porn glossy girlie-magazine (regenerated), a small medikit (partly regenerated), a packet of mild pain killer pills (partly regenerated), a thick woolen jumper (regenerated), an inflatable cushion (regenerated), apples (regenerated), carrots (regenerated), a large block of cheese in tinfoil (regenerated), a biofuel lamp, a small can of biofuel, a survival knife in a sheaf (regenerated), two thin blankets (regenerated), two sheets (regenerated), a Summer sleeping-bag and a few other items he threw in at the last moment.

 

The mother cat started purring and rubbing her herself against his leg. With out thinking about it, he picked her up and hugged her in his arms where she thrummed quietly with pleasure. He checked on the kittens and saw they were sleeping safely in the Cat Alcove in one of the smaller bed alcoves.

 

*****

 

There was lots of stuff already in the chamber. He noted it had been carefully stacked and was wondering how that was done when the small spider-robot, metallic and with four legs plus four manipulator-limbs, came scuttling into the big chamber from a shadow hidden hole in one wall or so he 'sensed' it had come from there. It shot past him holding a piece of wood and then placed it carefully in a shadowed alcove. Orascu lit up that chamber to show it was full of bits of wood, of stones suited for making such as walls and some other items, a few of them very surprising.

 

Orascu spoke. "I am glad to have you return to us, Jake. You can stay from now on, can be two places at the same time, so to speak. You can rescue more stray cats and other smaller creatures but slowly and steadily you will be able to send here steadily larger and-or more numerous creatures. You can start sending non living objects of larger size, mass and numbers than living organisms. You that is, who is sleeping now in your bed at your home on the other world."

 

Jake nodded. "Mother cat's name is Kittakins. What are the spider robots called?"

 

Orascu responded. "Spiderbots would be a good name for them. They are generating from a special alcove in one of the other chambers. So far two of them are out but only one is fully prepped and active. The other is being prepped with additions of new programming. Some chambers are open just to you, some are open to all allowed in and some are open to others whose identity and nature I am not at liberty to discuss."

 

He put down Kittakins and the mother cat went off to her kittens. Jake went to the now lit up alcove with the items brought by the spiderbot, it having shot off to get something else. He noted some items of surprising nature and knelt to pick up a bullet casing that he figured was from a half inch (12.7mm) calibre bullet, the kind fired from a heavy machinegun or very powerful sniper rifle. Then there was a dented military helmet that was very much like an American World War Two helmet as he was familiar to. That is a Unionard helmet of the United States of Greater America, the USGA. In the World War Two of his world the Alliance of the British Commonwealth Empire, the United States of Greater America, the Union of Soviet Peoples Republics and the so called Alliance Lesser Powers, had taken on the Axis of the Pangermanic Empire, the Chinajaya Empire, the Zaztek Empire and the Axis Lesser Powers. Other powers had gradually joined in the eleven year long war.

 

Orascu spoke. "American helmet from the army of the Americans of the United States of America of an Alternate Earth in some ways like and in other ways unlike your own home world. The United States was smaller than the United States of Greater America, being only Alaska, the US Mainland and one islands state along with some territories."

 

Jake put down the helmet. "What are these Americans called?"

 

Orascu sounded mildly amused. "They are called Americans despite that they control most of North America and a small part of the rest of the Americas."

 

Jake snorted. "Illogical! It is logical that Unionards are called that because they belong to the United States of Greater America that is sometimes called the Union of States." He picked up an old fashioned looking bottle-cap. "This stuff must have been made a very long time ago."

 

Orascu responded. "The bullet is about a year old and the helmet is about fifteen years old. These peoples are refugees from that Alternate Earth I mentioned earlier. They are less technologically advanced than the humans of your world and are dealing with a dangerous threat that has already enslaved or killed many of them. If you were to leave this chamber, go down a long tunnel and then go through a special gateway in a chamber at the end of the tunnel, you would end up at the very edge of where those people exist. You have a computer game called Civilization Imperium IV. It is based on your world back in the 1990s when the game first came out but you have upgrade patches and mods for it. One mod is one you helped to create. It is called the Underworld Freedom War Mod."

 

Jake nodded. "Yes, I remember it quite clearly though that was a few years back. I was ripped off by a guy who tried to take credit for the mod though he did very little work of the five of us who were officially working on the project. We forced him to pay back much of the money through the courts but he kept too much though he had to pay the legal costs. That had a United States of America as part of its background history....are you saying the world out there is like that mod?"

 

Orascu spoke. "Like that mod with some important differences. The people, the history, the alien threat, the environment and much more are real. Yet it was somehow you, and your subtle link to myself that started when you were born, that brought forth this underworld into existence including that which existed way before your birth."

 

He shook his head in wonder and yawned. He was feeling suddenly tired.

 

Orascu: "You are still adjusting to being in two places at once and must sleep more as yourself in this place."

 

Jake sighed. "Okay but I think I need a place to study these and other items from this underworld that you have spoken of."

 

He fell asleep, the mother cat and kittens joining him inside his alcove, they being curled up together close to his head.

Edited August 25, 2011 by Maharg67

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