Maharg67's Den (shorter works, short stories, poetry, etc.)

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Contains repeated post and new one!

 

DC Torchwood
One 52.1[73}

Juno Base Challenges

 

Alma was 'gone' but where, how and for what reasons were not known by her Clonefollowers. Paxton came to the growing alliance and with him came large numbers of Clonetroopers, Cloneworkers, robots, androids and other types of followers. They came, as sent by Alma, to assist in a fight against a threat far great than Biocyorg101.

 

Biocyorg101 was leading a great swarming army of 13 armies, each led by one of the 13 distorted aspects of Biocyorg101. The swarming menace had conquered large areas but had not been able to get into some thanks to their heavy security network-systems. Nor did they seem to be focusing on getting into such places.

 

No, the swarming hordes were all focused on going in the one direction, in heading towards where the new alliance was gathering its forces. But was that their actual target or was that just some kind of horrible coincidence?

 

DC Torchwood

One 53.19(74)

Juno Base Challenges

 

Graham Maharg, one aspect of him, observed Uncle Leo in such a way that the behemoth supermutant did not know he was there. Graham Maharg knew that something dark had gained access to the supermutant but that the behemoth was unconsciously fighting the invader's influence.

 

The oddity was that the 'infiltrator' appeared not to be serving the great threat with its 13 armies that were swarming through part of the impossibly large Juno Base. For Juno Base was far more than just the human built complex it appeared to be though much of it, around the deeper core, was just that. The greater core had been absorbed, altered, by some transdimensional force.

 

Graham Maharg knew they were a group of his own 'kind' of entities and their followers plus minions along with other entities such as Biocyorg101. He had confirmed it was so just recently and had sent for 'assistance'. Some of that assistance was already arriving but most of it would take precious time to do so.

 

Question was could they help salvage the situation while doing no more harm to a world that had already experienced too much death, destruction and distortion?

 

Then it came to him, with a strength of surprise that he rarely felt, that Uncle Leo was actually influencing the dark infiltrator to change, to reform, to become more enlightened. The Mysterious Stranger began to wonder if he truly knew the behemoth as he thought he had.

 

Which was when Uncle Leo spoke to his mind. "Come, we have much to discuss of importance; time is running out."

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DC Torchwood

One 54.1(75)

Juno Base Challenges

 

What Uncle Leo told Graham Maharg, the Mysterious Stranger, changed much. Uncle Leo was the real Uncle Leo but was hosting a friendly, protective, entity that in turn was helping Uncle Leo to tame a dark entity. That is a dark entity that had been sent to discover what Uncle Leo knew about what was happening in Juno Base. The dark entity had been sent by the zetans, of a particular faction, who had 'hired it' in a most exotic sense. They in turn had been carrying out instructions of the dreaded 'Greys' or Greynari.

 

So it was that Graham Maharg learned that a timespace entity, a powerful quasiliving god creature of much evil, had come through an experimental gateway in Juno Base. From the first it had 'sensed' the tormented madness of Alma and had begun to lust to consume her, mind-body-spirit wise. It was the entity's transdimensional intrusion that had helped to cause solid delusional fields of false existence, such as the false Doctor Who, TARDIS and companions. Its being there, in a kind of domain it should not have been in, had been transdimensionally distorting the core existence over a century at least.

 

Juno was fully aware of the presence of the invasive entity, who should not have been in that realm of existence, but was not aware of its true identity.

 

Biocyorg101 was but the puppet, in its 13 forms, of the mysterious evil entity. But what was the nature of that which controlled biocyorg101 and what was its name, if it had one?

 

It was the Greyphantis, a terrible force that had helped create the Greynari or so it was that Graham Maharg learned from Uncle Leo.

 

Graham Maharg had his doubts about the story.

Edited December 30, 2014 by Maharg67

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DC Torchwood

One 55.1(76)

Juno Base Challenges

 

Biocyorg101 sent an army to strike at the large outpost, with its large military force, and fighting became intensely brutal in a very short time. Biocyorgs, of lesser power than Biocyorg101 itself, came as dark glistening metallic humanoids of a variation of numbers of eyes, arms, heads and other features. They came rushing in barely organised chaos, came running fast with a crazy range of weapons or with no weapons at all. Most of the weapons were basic hand devices of clubs, staffs and hammers. Guns were big, basic, one shot things like oversized single barrelled shotguns.

 

Despite the great power, and large size, of the attacking army it soon became clear to Graham Maharg, and others, that most of the enemy armies were going around the outpost. The main attack, perhaps the real attack, was being launched else where. But where?

 

FTroopers, Steel Troopers, Clonetroopers, robots, androids and others fought hard in hallways, chambers and other spaces. Defending turrets, and other defences, slowed the enemy but did not stop them. The defenders took a heavy toll of the attackers but were steadily driven back.

 

Marshal Pointman was the one who figured that the attacking force was considered expendable by those that had sent it. It was stopping the defenders from interfering with any of the other 12 Biocyorg Armies. There would come a time when either the enemy would be destroyed or they would be withdrawn when their task was completed.

 

So it was that the enemy army abruptly stopped attacking and, those that could, departed.

 

Graham Maharg examined a prone biocyorg lying on a metallic floor and he shook his head in wonder. "According to science, and natural laws, that thing should never have been active in the way it was. Having 'died' it became a solid statue with out means of flexible action, thinking control or..." He shrugged. "It is as if its actual nature was different when it was active from when it became stilled through aggressive action."

 

Captain Jack Harkness nodded. "When somebody destroyed the crystal device in its head!"

 

Graham Maharg sounded thoughtful. "That would seem accurate except that not all the biocyorgs that fell had crystal devices destroyed in that manner. Unless what was destroyed was a particular pattern of energies, of control and activation. This is quite interesting and would be more so if soldiers had not died fighting these things."

 

Yet only a relatively few had died compared to the many enemy units that had been dropped.

 

Graham Maharg frowned. "We need to take all of the exotic bodies to a large chamber and heavily secure, quarantine them, before we do deeper investigations on them."

Edited January 16, 2015 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

So I seek simply to be at peace!

 

In doing so I learn that the biggest obstacle to being at peace, to finding inner peace, is me!

 

A person trapped in a terrible dungeon can be more at peace than is a wealthy person in a penthouse suite!

 

Odd sounding but true!

Edited January 13, 2015 by Maharg67

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I've got a basement suite and look up to the sky out of my window.

 

I'm having peace knowing it never comes free, there's a bit of price even upon our own minds.

 

We have to treasure the little bits of peace like a slice of pizza. Piece will last longer if we chew slowly and don't go dashing too much extras on our minds, or on a pizza, like pepper or salt. Peace lasts longer when a woman walks by and I see her moving as sweet as a gentle breeze and makes my old windows fog up. Some people call eyes windows.

 

Ah the memories of peace and good looking views of the sky above me.

[Maharg67]

Pagafyr, do your windows always fog up when a woman walks by, moving sweet as a gentle breeze? I highly suggest high quality antifogging glass for your windows.

 

Much can be appreciated as little bits, carefully digested and savoured, of life.

 

Happy January, 2015AD, Pagafyr.

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This post contains a copy of the last 'excerpt' of Not This Earth and a new one.

Not This Earth
One 13.1[17]

Secret Service Agents turned and shot the false US President to death even as it struck out, somehow 'sensing' that it had been discovered. It fell and burned away even as it did so. Other doppelgangers were being tracked down, others had been tracked down. Efforts to capture the infiltrators failed and so no interrogations could be attempted.

The information soon got out to the public and a major shake up of the White House, and US Federal Government, began. A panic spread across the USA and then much of the world. Doppelgangers did much less harm than panic, mobs and scapegoating was soon doing. A large scale program, a wary alliance between many elite factions, began hunting down doppelgangers and any other such threats.

A fortune was made from the sales of devices that were supposedly could help one detect a doppelganger. Most were soon banned, became criminal to have or use, as they led to the injury or death of innocent victims.

The ever nervous stock markets plunged until emergency economic regulatory agencies stepped in to try to protect economic strength and integrity.

The search for the real US President, and others, found only dying bodies in strange capsule devices. Attempts to heal all failed until a mysterious stranger briefly appeared to heal all of them. The amazingly recovered victims would take over a year even to begin to be their old selves. A new US President, carefully checked, came to power in the White House.

 

Not This Earth

One 14.1[18]

 

Lucky Eddie was not pleased to be working with the triplets, assassins formerly sent to kill him, but he arrived at the Class B hotel at the correct designated day and before the right time. It was darkish and growing more so despite the few lights in the area. The district was one of the semi-abandoned ones that had suffered during the last big period of public riots but that block, and the ones adjoining it, were in fairly good condition.

 

After failing to detect either the triplets, or anything else of interest, he entered the hotel via the main entrance as a well disguised salesperson. He knew quite well that nobody in the hotel would likely want to buy his goods but he acted over eager, almost desperate to sell his thick briefcase supposedly full of electronic toys. Prostitutes used part of the hotel as an unofficial brothel but that section was clearly divided from the rest of the hotel with its more typical patrons.

 

Whispers had spread, despite government efforts to block them, of outbreaks of zombies and other monsters, not all of which were undead. Thus people tended to either move in groups, for protection, or be singles rushing along to reach possible safety. A lightly armoured Civil Police prowler car moved quietly along the street and for once the locals seemed to welcome its presence.

 

Even as he entered the lobby, Eddie noted that some homeless people had set up camp to one side. The hotel owners had given them temporary sanctuary under government emergency regulations. The street people had been given some new clothes, small tents, blankets and other items; they were given also basic food and drink but they had to shower every day and try otherwise to be 'civilised'.

 

The oriental triplets were in semiskimpy uniforms of the hotel staff, rushing around to serve glasses of juice, beer and water to those who wanted it. Juice, and water, was offered to the street people but no beer though clearly this made some of them unhappy. The three seemed sweet, innocent and even a little naive but they were very dangerous ninja assassins. One of them served some water to Eddie and slipped him a piece of paper with a double message on it; one was her fake smartphone number and inside that number was the real message.

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Not This Earth

One 15.1[19]

 

Special Weapons Armour Teams, SWATs, fought hard in a light industrial district of the supercity. Three paramilitary SWATs were backed up by police troopers who focused on trying to keep zombies from getting out of the quarantined zone. The SWAT Troopers pushed inwards to destroy roving bands of the monsters, blasting them down with adapted upgraded military weapons and some exotic devices. Zombies only came only in the dark because sunlight burned them and special laserguns did them excessive damage, as did high voltage zombie-prods and special flamers. Mostly they were blasted down with well aimed heavy fire power.

 

Five unlifen damphirs crouched at the top of a tower, being careful not to be sighted by the SWATs or any other armed humans in the zone. This included some vigilantes, gangsters and urban survivalists along with amateur zombie slayers. The vigilantes, and would be slayers, had suffered heavily due to over confidence; the more cautious gangsters, and survivalists, had suffered far less so. Authorities cursed the former and were lightly thankful the latter because amateur slayers, and vigilantes, were soon adding to undead numbers.

 

Not just the majority zombies were there but smarter, weapon using, ghouls. Worse there were some monstrous wraiths, distorted hunched things of big fangs and claws plus other surprises. There was at least one very dangerous vampire 'in the zone. Not just the damphirs could 'sense' it but also two big unlifen gargoyles crouched fairly close to the damphirs.

 

Then the unlifen went into action and the battle was joined by this third force that did not like humanity but hated the undead. Soon they were darting down the sides of the tower as they tried to hone in on the vampire that they so much wanted to destroy.

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Not This Earth

One 16.1[20]

 

Lucky Eddie met Lucy, Wendy and Kerry and found that he liked them at once, to his surprise. The triplets discovered the same effect, to their surprise. None of them suspected that there might be some kind of outside, subtle, influence effecting them but there was.

 

They had sex! They prepared in various ways for trouble!

 

They departed to the streets and to a car that the triplets had been using. On the outside it seemed to be a typical lower cost luxury sedan but it hid many tricky tricks such as armour plating, multiple sensors, special alarm links, weapons, four wheel drive and others.

 

Not much after they departed the hotel, military forces entered the city proper, coming in from bases on the outskirts of the city. Armoured vehicles roared along streets, and even freeways, on wheels or tracks while others moved more quietly as advanced hovercraft. They passed a convoy of military reserve soldiers in older type machines being deployed to the Fremantle Docklands that fringed the very large, deep, Fremantle Harbour. The muffled noises of shooting, explosions and sirens came to them from various directions.

 

The supercity of Perth was at war!

Edited January 22, 2015 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

Today I write no post, no not nothing here at all.

 

I have my reasons for keeping this space empty so there, do not harass me!

 

Is it not my right not to fill a post every day, of course it is!

 

Right now, instead of writing this, I am flying through the sky high above my city with my wings spread out wide!

 

Its most likely, probably, possibly true as I race a giant eagle, and a big dragon, to see who can eat the moon of green cheese first!

 

So this post is empty and I say if you are truly disappointed do not be for there is nothing at all here to be disappointed with.