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Zombies from the Sky

I will be focusing on transferring, changing and adding to this story topic. I hope to add a fair few new episodes and to improve as many older ones as I can.

I will also add other features and even information on how my reviewing of previous story topic (Doctor Who, DC Madness, Not This Earth and Curse of Quamaire) is going.

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Zombies from the Sky: Twenty

New Episode

One 17.1[17]{20}

 

 

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Zombies from the Sky: Twenty-One

Was One 8.1[8]{10}

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Quinn, Salina and Katrina went with others to return to the meatpod plant and soon found other bushes almost identical to it, each with its own metal plaque fixed to a small moved boulder. The plants had varieties of the exotic bushpods like fruitpod, breadpod, juicepod, mentpods and others. They had clearly been part of some kind of botanic experiment but if they were just modified, or were created, was not shown. They could even have just been moved but, if so, probably at an early stage of the project by the condition of the ground around the plants.

 

The damphir triplets took the girl with them, having adopted her, along with her small dog. Nombies went with the expedition.

 

The First Mate had staid back at the camp, along with the doctor, but the professor and his daughter had come along. The surviving three deck hands remained at camp as the First Mate carefully listed all of their resources at hand. The older damphirs assisted him with the task for both had strong experience in managing plantations and retail businesses.

 

A sack, of assorted bushpods, was gathered to be taken back to the encampment where they could be experimented with carefully.

 

Around them stretched island forest but through a gap, amongst some trees, they could see some dunes, some of the actual beach and waters reaching outwards to the distant shoreline of the lagoon. There was a small island, quite rocky but with some bushes and small trees at one end, at about the center of the lagoon. It seemed to have some kind of structure on it that might have been a small light house or other kind of tower.

 

The girl was Dorothy and the dog was Toto, having having been named after characters in the novel the Wizard of Oz; their parents had adored the book before both dying in a vintage car crash. Dorothy smiled when she spoke of being with her parents, and others special, in amazing dreams that she dreamt, along with Toto. She stood with a partly eaten fruitpod in one hand, Quinn having wiped some juice off her face.

 

She spoke with a tone of pride to her voice. "This island is on the world and not on the world and is one of many islands along with one very small continent. This island is on many worlds. My maternal grandmother told me so. She is very wise and was in a women's university. She was famous because she worked as a professor with physics and things like that. She worked with the Genius13 but she did not like all of them!"

 

Professor Aratach spoke from where he stood, close to a carefully planted breadpod bush. "That would be true of any common sense person. Some of the Genius13 were monsters and it was feared that at least one treacherously served the PanAxis."

 

Some colourful parrots flew overhead, shooting between treetops, and soon vanishing quickly just as they had appeared.

 

He smiled at Dorothy. "Your grandmother was very wise. I met her when I was a member of the Genius13. I am immortal and so is my daughter; we are only lesser immortals, all of us linked with the Immortal Factions of this world, with extended life spans. True immortals, greater immortals, live ever onwards unless killed by other reasons than aging."

 

Dorothy nodded. “So you must be very old.”

 

Aratach nodded, smiling. “Not so much by the standards of the universe! I was born in the Romanard Empire about 1,200 years ago just in time to witness it starting to collapse. I still have family in Romanardia, the surviving nation of the lost empire. What I need to mention is that there is an ancient, secret underground city in the Romanardia Highlands; I have been there many times and there you find bushpod plants just like the ones here.”

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Zombies from the Sky: Twenty-One

Was One 8.2[9]{11}

One 18.2[19]{22}

 

Lecturer Vezzati spoke warmly for both her father, and she, had befriended the girl and her doggy companion. Vezzati was gracefully beautiful, young looking but much older than she looked. “Somebody has transplanted these very ancient type genetically engineered plants, when doing so is quite tricky. The traces, on the ground, indicate some kind of humanoids have been collecting food, along with animals.”

 

Dorothy nodded rapidly this time. “Animans are here and most are good, some are very good and some are bad or even very bad. That makes them just like humans! We should be friendly to them; we can help them and they can help us. Grandmother told me that they have not approached because they are wary of strangers. They are not any more wary of damphirs, or nombies, than they are of living folks. The animans have met, or know other animans, who have met the unlifen.

 

It was with some difficulty that the group got the animans to come out of hiding to learn that the three damphirs and the nombies were friendly. Not only that but the nombies were soon proving to be useful to the local animan clan as their great strength was used to build up defences around the local animan clan settlement. Why the defences; because bizarre marauders were in the area of a kind known as reavers. They were amongst the most feared of raiders, raiding from another island of what was a part of a mysterious archipelago of many of them.

 

The original camp ground was abandoned and the lifeboats were hidden away as much as was possible. Everything else, even such as wooden lifeboat oars, were taken to the animans' settlement. The First Mate was not so pleased with trusting the animal-human hybrids but he could see that the alliance was a good idea against the threat that the animans had described with fear in their voices, even the bigger tougher kinds.

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Zombies from the Sky: Twenty-Two

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Reavers, strangely beautiful and disturbing, ran through the forest of the big island, heading roughly towards the lagoon and a most favoured area of local beach combing activity by animans and others.

 

Local peoples were quite tough, and rebels were fairly active in the area, but the transmutated reavers were extremely deadly and knew it as did the locals. In strange immodest steel studded leather armour, and webbing of pouch dotted belts, they 'sensed' being glimpsed by local animans, but did not care; they were there to carry out a mission given to them by their secret lords who they feared as much as others feared them.

 

The formation, of two platoons, slowed and all prepared for trouble. Sword-fighters, archers, blade-spearers and gunners had their own weapons, the gunners using pairs of oversized revolver-pistols or a single bigger lever-action rifle. Swords, two per fighter, arrows and blade-spears glittered with exotic energies.

 

Mostly women, the reavers took their bearings, some crouching to sniff at the ground while most searched for traces, clues, with their sharp eyes.

 

They found the tracks of the huge humanoid, though skilful attempts at been made to cover them up, moving along with many animans of smaller stature, even those who were quite big by animan terms. Their lords, of one of the newer factions, had gained information on strangers coming onto the islands; as usual they did not share the sources of that information with the reavers.

 

With great caution the reavers followed the tracks but back tracked them towards the beach. Again they asked no questions of this order, did not wonder why they did not go after the hulking creature and its animan companions. They had a fairly good idea of what their leaders wanted them to find.

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Zombies from the Sky: Twenty-Three

Was Zero 3.1[3]{12}

Zero 4.1[4]{24}

 

The things falling from space, the comet like projectiles, were coming from a great space projectile.

 

Watchguardia telescopes began to pick it up more clearly as it approached the Earth and scientists began to speculate whether it was a spaceship of some kind. If it was it was clearly of very great size and this itself was of concern as it was feared that such a vessel might crash into the Earth.

 

It was decided to accelerate secret projects to do with rocketships, launch-cannons and antigravity spheres along with other such ideas.

 

Atomic rocketships were already being experimented with in Free Alliance nations.

 

The British Imperials were working on antigravity drives.

 

The United Citystates of America were doing the same with space-cannons to shoot water, air and other such basic supplies into orbit to assist in space exploration. Space-cannon shells could not safely carry many kinds of cargo into space at least not at that time.

 

It was whispered that the Soviets were trying to back engineer their own vessels from a captured flying-saucer, a UFO.

 

So far the green glimmering mists had proven to be no great problem. As for the comet-projectiles, so far they had all crashed into deep ocean water, none coming anywhere near land except, perhaps, uncharted islands of which there were a few.

 

Amongst those uncharted isles were the Isles of Mist.

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Zombies from the Sky: Twenty-Four

Was Zero 3a

Zero 5.1[5]{25}

 

The grey saucer shot through the sky, alien and almost lost in the dark clouds. As it moved, with only a soft humming whistle sound, it staid ahead of three delta sleek rocketplanes chasing it.

 

They were black machines, top secret experimental, with no identification marks. They moved with gee forces that no human pilots could have dealt with but they were not human; they were unlifen damphirs like the triplets on the Isles of Mist that also had many other names.

 

The Greynari saucer vanished with a sparkling shimmer. It had found a transdimensional weakness and had created a temporary rift so as to escape from its pursuers. Not that it mattered for the idea had been to chase the intruder away, not to destroy it. Greynari saucers could spray highly toxic substances, in all directions, when destroyed by such as conventional weapons, and the world did not want that to happen.

 

With a long curving motion, the rocketplanes reduced speed to what was slow by their standards and then headed off back to their secret base. The mission had been successful in more ways than one and, thankfully, none of the rocketplanes had exploded; it would have been the death of rocketplane crews, each being a pilot, a gunner and a navigator.

 

Moving over the Pacific Ocean, where the saucer had vanished, they headed towards the United States of America. The pilots failed to spot the thing floating in the waters far below and, if they had, they would have easily mistaken it for a whale because only part of its long body was showing.

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Zombies from the Sky: Twenty-Five

New Episode

One 20.1[21]{26}

 

Professor Frankenstein, father to the Oracle and her priestess sister along with others, was not happy but he had good reason not to be so. The Isle Citadel, the home base of his faction, was being rapidly surrounded and besieged by armies of undead things. They were not like his own reanimated fleshgolems, smaller fleshnoids or other such creations. They were not the animans, clockwork mechanisms or bioformed sexless things, or other things of his genius cronies; he would not deem to call them comrades, let alone friends.

 

He was a craggy, handsome, oddly pale white skinned man with a history of scars, and burn marks, written into his face, hands, and neck along with areas covered by a long labcoat like coat of thick leather dotted with steel studs. Big boots covered his feet and thick goggles hid his eyes.

 

The mostly underground citadel shook softly but for such a monstrous structure to do so indicated it was being attacked with a great deal of power.

 

Years ago a comet-projectile had struck one of the islands and had exploded dramatically. From it had flowed green glimmering mist but then even thicker glimmering fog; inside the fog had been terrible undeathly things far more dangerous than such as zombies, ghouls or lichs.

 

He stood looking out through a great wide armoured glass slit, horizontal and with an even more heavily armoured shuttle soon to go down over it. Out there were fighting the undead invaders against a loose alliance of other forces including animans, unlifen, and distorted living creatures that had once been normal lifeforms. In the dimness, of light, there were flashes of explosions, of strange energy weapons, of even stranger magic that existed on the Utopian Isles but could not do so on the rest of the world.

 

Despite the best efforts, the most cunning plans, of his cronies and himself, the loose alliance had been steadily losing against the enemy for decades and in recent months the defeat had become greater.

 

Soldiers, in exotic exopower armoured suits, stomped past holding large machineguns, rocket launchers, flame-throwers and even small, portable, cannons. They were reanimated fleshnoids and bigger, more hulking, fleshgolems. There were at least two fleshnoids for every fleshgolem.

 

Professor Frankenstein knew that his faction was not defeated yet but it would take 'something special' to turn pending defeat into victory. He was starting to come up with an idea that 'might just do the trick' but it would take much work, canniness, and at least some luck to work.

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I am here for ever but only for ever in this one moment, this now, being here and stretching the now for ever through time and space.

I am here for ever but only for ever in this one moment, this now, being here and stretching the now for ever through time and space.

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Zombies from the Sky: Twenty-Six

Was One 9.1[10]{13}

One 21.1[22]{27}

 

When the twisted hybrid tigerchimps attacked Captain ManMonster, led by a great distorted version of them twice the size of any of its followers, he found himself battling the great beast. Neither it or its followers showed any form of mercy or expected any. The human-tiger-chimp combinations came mostly with machetes, wooden clubs, wooden spears and a sprinkling of guns; the guns were single barrelled break open shotguns and basic single shot bolt-action rifles. The attacks all bore webbing of pouch dotted belts, also with sheaved knives and other items, bearing the same odd emblem.

 

The former captain, despite his new name, was glad that he was such an experienced fighter even as he hurled the giant tigerchimp through the air. Clearly the leader, of the tigerchimps, was not used to fighting a skilled opponent but only taking on big, strong, animans in basic duels of strength and endurance.

 

They fought back, and fourth, with the fiercer animans taking on the other tigerchimps in savage close order fighting. It turned out that the guns had no ammo, the tigerchimps using them as clumsy clubs. With Captain ManMonster leading them, the animans seemed to have gained greater resolution and courage or so he suspected. The tigerchimps appeared to be taken by surprise, perhaps having never met that kind of resistance before.

 

The big enemy leader was thrown and bounced off a palm tree, hitting the ground both hard and awkwardly. Clambering to his feet, he was clearly not as confident as he had been. The captain sensed he was worried, fearful and also confused, as if such feelings were new to him. Perhaps he had never suffered defeat before or at least not for a long time.

 

Then the enemy were retreating, taking their wounded with them. The limping monster tigerchimp led them away towards some unknown destination. In a very short time they were gone, proving to be fast and efficient in moving through the forest. Indeed they would have been a greater threat if over confidence had not blunted their skills.

 

It was a minor miracle that none were killed, neither attackers or defenders. Then out came the amazing regenerative healing pastes made from healopods from particular bushpod bushes. The substance was far more effective than anything that the human world could offer except for things he had heard whispers of.

 

Captain ManMonster held a meeting of animan leaders, of cat-humans, of dog-humans, of chimp-humans and others, even the smaller ones. As far as he was concerned even they had a special role to play in the future defence of what had become his people. What he feared was that the tigerchimps would return, or worse, that a bigger threat would come instead. For the tigerchimps had not been the great threat that he was still psychic-sensing to be too close at hand.

 

They had captured two machetes, two rifles, and one shotgun, from the tigerchimps and he wondered what he could do with them, if anything, for they had little ammo to use with the guns and the machete blades were blunted and nicked. It showed that the tigerchimps, at least those ones, had little support from their leaders.

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Zombies from the Sky: Twenty-Seven

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One 22.1[23]{28}

 

Robinson Crusoe sat on the banks of a moderate sized pool where the tentaculon creature was resting in the waters very close to him. Robinson was many centuries old and had experienced much of strange nature so even the aquatic creature did not shock him. Instead he scratched its back lightly with a rake that he had salvaged from a reef trapped ship a long long time ago.

 

A small bird shot through the air overhead. Ants trailed through the grass near his booted feet. His strange ornamental rifle, that looked something like a musket but was not, was close at hand for that was a dangerous area even for such as himself.

 

GoooshUuGarl spoke with a little difficulty and with a strange lightly grating voice. "Memories are largely scattered to the currents of time. Tentacles are turned unnatural or taken by madness except for a few like myself. Well, hopefully so. Hopefully the undead ones perished in the strange salt water oceans of this world."

 

Robinson had experienced the arrival of other immortals, long after he had survived a ship wreck along with fifteen mortal humans and some animals. Descendants of those humans, and animals, survived in a small underground colony allied to the Oracle and her people. Robinson normally lived there but seer dreams had drawn him to that area to meet GoooshUuGarl, to help save the creature and to learn much of value. Though a powerful deep psychic, the Oracle had assured him the seer dreams had not come from her.

 

The creature went on, with reluctance or so the mature looking man 'sensed'. "We thought to escape a dying red world, an alternate to the Mars that you see in your skies. Our atmosphere was escaping, our oceans were vanishing, life was dying, all thanks to a terrible war fought between ourselves and two other species. Too late did peace come. We cooperated enough, though with reluctance, to build three great ark ships and three pathfinder ships to lead them. Vague memories are all that I have...."

 

Then the creature was sleeping, the sleep of the exhausted, even as the immortal went on scratching 'her-his' back and guarding 'her-him'. She-he felt comfortable, safe, with the lesser immortal and he was pleased because of it; it was also very true.

 

A few others were there being members of the Crusoe Family, followers and friends. They were either hidden around the scene, on sentry duty, or were in a moderately sized cave chamber not too far away. The Crusoe Clan, as they had become known as a faction, had a home base on a nearby island that most did not even know existed. Yet, with the rising threats, it was being considered whether the faction should at least have plans, in place, to retreat to that island.