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[Maharg67]

Be warned this is a crazed story topic of a mad crossover mix fanfic. Notes are to be placed here and then edited, extended and sometimes erased or even teleported to another dimensional realm.

 

This is a pressure valve to let off steam from my more intense, meaningful, efforts that have proven to be some what frustrating due to short circuits in my personal programming-conditioning.

 

To be included as stuff that fanfic stuff will be largely based on instead of being 100% accurate.

 

Alien Versus Predator stuff.

Amazing stuff.

Borderlands stuff.

Dead Space stuff.

Doctor Who stuff.

Fallout stuff.

Meaningless stuff.

Real world stuff.

Resident Evil stuff.

Star Trek stuff.

Stupid stuff.

TMNT stuff.

Toyland stuff.

Transdimensional stuff.

My stuff.

XFiles stuff (the truth is out there stuff).

Plus just stuff stuff.

Edited May 7, 2020 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

[1]0+1=1

 

The DocTARDIS materialised with a jarring tremble and the three Timelords gripped the handles of their special chairs, the seat belts proving to be very useful once more. The three variations of DocWho glared mildly at each other but only out of bad habit. There was the man, the woman and the last that was now a large female ginger tabby cat. How this had happened was strange, and embarrassing, so nobody really wanted to talk about it.

 

DocManWho tried to appear as if he knew what was going on but he fooled nobody not even himself. DocFemWho tapped some buttons on a nifty looking keyboard and some data came up on a clever 4Dscreen. She hummed thoughtfully as she tried to figure out what it actually meant. DocWhatWho groomed herself.

 

Amelia Pond, in a skimpy version of a British Policewoman's outfit, got out of her chair and adjusted her skirt as if trying to cover more of her bare legs but then gave up. Every time she used the DocTARDIS Instant Dress Up System, IDUS, she ended up somehow not very well concealed. Since IDUS responded to deep mind states what did that mean about her? Unless somebody was interfering with it but who would do that and why?

 

She put on her utility belt with some useful Timelord items and some not so Timelordish. Amelia did not notice the mild grin that the human Rowan gave her for a second, he being from a far distant future as far as Amelia was concerned; he had been learning about the DocTARDIS and many of its network-systems including the IDUS. He, in turn, did not detect the soft frown that the Timelord Romana gave him, being a beautifully elegant woman in a casual Timelord robetunic.

 

Alex was a supersoldier from the 25th Century of another alternate. She wore a tight utility suit that she normally wore under her slim power armour. Martha, an actual medical doctor, sat next to her and next to her was Rory, Amelia's now plasticdroid boyfriend thanks to 'soul transference'. As a nonhuman he had plenty of neat tricks but the same could be said for the Timelords.

 

Martha sighed. "I fear that Romana is going to teach Rowan a harsh lesson."

 

Rory grinned. "Good, after his tricks he deserves it."

 

DocManWho switched a button and a big viewer screen activated, being like a non reversed mirror in quality. In the past it had shown many glorious, beautiful and astounding results. At that moment it showed the desolation of the twilight WastelandsDC with winds howling through ruins and semiruins. Bulky power armoured soldiers hunkered down clutching a range of weapons but most had the same kind of big rifle weapon.

 

Black haired, dusky white skinned, Alex was interested in what they saw. "Primitive versions of my own power armour, I wonder who, or what, they are fighting."

 

Rory frowned. "Just the wind at this moment."

 

Then something huge, and lumbering, moved in the distance. It vanished as quickly as it had appeared. It had appeared as a heavily armoured humanoid of massive proportions.

 

Rory frowned more. "So much for that theory! How many metres tall was that creature?"

 

Romana responded. "About nine metres high or so the DocTARDIS sensors read in a rough fashion. No precise reading was able to be made."

 

At that moment the viewer screen showed three approaching power armoured figures but they made no hostile gestures, holding their weapons with the barrels facing downwards.

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[Maharg67]

[2]1+1=2

 

Sarah Lyons stood with her helmet off, staring in wonder at the beautiful Monique as she carefully wiped clean the Sentinel's face. The elf, from the Pleasure Planetary Archipelago, wore a fluffy robe thingy that kind of hid her body below while somewhat hinting at it. "Now, that is much better, sweetie."

 

Sara frowned. "Sweetie? I will have you know I am a Sentinel, a supreme field commander of the SteelOrderhood."

 

Alex grinsmiled. "You may as well surrender to the treatment. Monique does it to us all, man or woman or otherwise. Even the cat gets it but she likes it as grooming done by somebody else. The Timelords endure it stoically or at least they pretend to. I don't mind it and the same can be said for Martha, Rory, Amelia and the others."

 

The DocTARDIS had created, adapted, a big chamber for the use of the fifty-eight power armoured figures that turned out to be a mixture of different grades of cyborg and some cyborg dogs in special armour. There were robots there from five PARs (power armour robots) like the troopers in appearance when they wore their armour, to four floating globe shaped eyebots with their fanjets, two big sentrybots on hovertracks and two big carrierbots also on hovertracks. The last two types could hover fairly high but that used extra electricity.

 

Sarah turned to study the workbenches, racks of weapons, ammo bins, body cubicles, power armour frames and much else that was there. "So that is all real including more advanced powarmasuits (power armour suits), upgrades for weapons and other equipment, medicants and other supplies including medicines."

 

DocManWho nodded even as he approached in a nifty bowler hat, white synthetic leather jacket, an over colourful Hawaii type tourist shirt and brown trousers ending at hiking boots. He had just been to the IDUS and had come out of it with what most people saw as an appalling type outfit; it mostly happened that way for him.

 

He spoke. "All of it is yours to keep, to take away with you, or to use while you are in the DocTARDIS. Doc means it belongs to myself, and my other two selves, most confusing that. TARDIS stands for Time, Alternates and Relative Dimensions Intrinsic to Space. As you may note it is bigger inside than out." He grinned with expectation that Sarah would show amazement.

 

Sarah shrugged. "Before Doomsday there were experimental BITO devices and such were discovered in ancient, deep underground, sites or in crashed alien craft. One of them may have been a TARDIS but it was not shaped like surprisingly clean British, early 20th Century, public toilet cubicle as this one is."

 

DocManWho looked startled. "It should look like a telephone booth also of the British, early 20th Century. It really does appear as if somebody is tampering with the DocTARDIS network-systems. I wonder if Rowan is the one..."

 

Rowan stepped up, at that moment, in a stylish fake leather outfit of cap, jacket, Tshirt, trousers, belt, pouchbelt and boots. Oddly enough his underwear, and socks, were not made of fake leather. He frowned. "I would not do such a terrible thing and anyway I do not have the ability to do so, lacking both Timelord high intelligence and your special abilities needed to pilot a TARDIS."

 

Romana shot Rowan with a stunraygun and he fell down. He lay there scowling at her. She spoke. "I would believe you but you are the evil Timelord known as Mastertime."

 

DocManWho shook his head and sighed as he studied the true appearance of the now scraggy haired male Timelord. "This is the lowly, wandering, Timetinkerer. Though the Timelord Elders have registered him as a rogue Timelord, they consider him to be a very low level threat. Timelord contracted, elite, bounty hunters tend to ignore him. So what have you been up to and why, Timetinkerer?"

 

Rowan sighed. "My name really is Rowan, now, and here is my story that may just surprise you. It may sound doubtful but I have some important information to trade with you."

Edited April 20, 2020 by Maharg67

[Robert55]

:thumbsup: :thumbsup: :thumbsup: Good start as long as you do not over complicate?

[Maharg67]

[3]2+1=3

 

In a small, largely bare chamber, four Timelords sat cross legged on floating flat chairs. It was a very yogic thing to do. Rowan was faced with the three versions of DocWho with the DocWhatWho staring steadily at him as a cat can do with not much effort.

 

Rowan frowned. "I am the clone of the real Timetinkerer who was captured by the evil TimeRani. She wanted to produce a real Timelord of the quality able to steal a TARDIS. The idea was that she would totally control me, the clone, and that because the Timetinkerer is seen as harmless, by Timelords, that I would have a chance to make a successful theft. The TimeRani had discovered the timespace coordinates of a secret cache, in a powerfully hidden and protected vault, of five decommissioned TARDISes waiting reprocessing. It was on one of Gallifrey's three moons that are all heavily secured."

 

DocManWho smiled. "Which one?"

 

Rowan shrugged. "Gallicrey!"

 

DocManWho kept smiling as if satisfied with the answer. "TARDISes are not common, as you know, compared to other types of Gallifreyan timespacecraft. The registered, active, number of TARDISes is kept to 169 being 13 fleets each of 13 TARDISes that each hold 13 DemiTARDISes."

 

Rowan again shrugged. "I have never been in a true TARDIS, not even a DemiTARDIS, but only in a QuasiTARDIS, an attempt at back engineering that largely failed. I stole it from the TimeRani who escaped from Gallifrey in a timespace trader vessel."

 

DocManWho shook his head slowly, shaking his head. "Very good, TimeRani, but I was as a Timelordite (apprentice Timelord) one of those who helped to reprocess those TARDISes that were all converted into very short ranged SemiTARDISes. Also your cloaking device failed our intense sensor readings."

 

With a shimmering, of energies, the Ticketmaster turned into the cold eyed TimeRani with her pale white skin and pitch black, short cut, thin hair. She wore a Gallifreyan type robetunic with many pouch-pocket hybrids of pouches and pockets. "So it is true, you got splintered by that last foolish experiment of yours."

 

He shook his head. "My last regeneration-rejuvenation process went strangely wrong and ironically it took place on this very world being but a few kilometres from here."

 

She scowled coldly at him, she did everything coldly, and then vanished with an intense sparkling shimmer effect.

 

DocFemWho spoke. "I hope your plan works."

 

The cat yawned and then spoke. "So do I but you both knew it was a gamble that we had to take if we are to solve the mystery of our splintering. I could do with a bowl of milk, some sardines and cat biscuits."

Edited April 20, 2020 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

[4]3+1=4

 

The TimeRani moved quickly through the maze of ruins towards where her abandoned, sealed up, unofficial TARDIS was to be found. The wind, thanks to her personal force field of a bodybubble, only slowed her down.

 

The Gallifreyan Government, not to be confused with the Timelords of the Councils and three Academies, had illegally gained a number of TARDIS type machines. In the end the TimeElders had allowed them to use some of them under supervision for they had, of course, known what was going on through the TimeWatchers and TimeAgents, the latter serving the TimeGuardians.

 

The same event, that had caused the splintering of DocWho, had forced her to leave the world in a great hurry; like them she had trouble remembering just what had taken place in that alternate WashingtonDC. The locals knew it as Doomsday and justifiably so considering the Ds that it had caused being death, destruction, disruption, displacement, despair, desolation and even damnation.

 

A radroach darted past her and she ignored it as it, sensing no threat in her, did so with her. She had caught radroaches, experimented with them and then placed them in a regulated enclosure in her TARDIS. That they, and other species in her Beastiary, lived a good life was one of her guilty secrets; she had a reputation to live down to. Thinking about that too much, now and then, caused her a guilty lukewarm smile.

 

Several times she had to stop and seek clues to where she was in relation to the RaniTARDIS that she had stolen from the Gallifreyan Government and upgraded heavily. The reason was simple; back then it was a faltering but largely intact supercity beneath a very strong quasienergy dome. Now it was a mixture of ruins, semiruins and surprisingly non ruined areas along with the Weirding. The dome remained but in a much weakened state.

 

That was just over 200 local years ago with life slowly-steadily recovering and peoples coming out of sheltered places, not all being underground. So WashingtonDC was hardly the place she had known before leaving rapidly on a fleeing zetan scoutsaucer that she had bribed the zetan crew to take her. The story, that she had brutally hijacked them, was a lie to both stop the zetans from being punished by their purebred greylien masters and to keep downwards her reputation.

 

Radghoulies were mostly defensive aggressive radghouls or passive radghouds. As she went past small clumps, mixed with those and other creatures under some kind of natural cease fire, sheltering from the wind they made no effort to approach her. Even infamous, beserker, radghoulers were not stupid enough to give trouble to such as her.

 

At a point, where a line of people had died waiting to buy rationed items from a heavily regulated shop, she saw a sign and almost gave a lukewarm smile but, luckily, she caught herself in time to replace it with a cold one.

Edited April 20, 2020 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

[5]4+1=5

 

Sentinel Sarah Smith, commander of LyonsPride, was pleased with the improvements to the unit had gained from that amazing TARDIS chamber but she was wary of what the Timelords might demand in return. Still, the rest-recreation was fine as was the healing, the repairing, the upgrades and the additions. Newly gained tech was advanced by SteelOrderhood standards but primitive by Timelord ones. One fine discovery was that time passed three times faster inside the DocTARDIS than it did outside so they had extra time before the squad had to return to its mission.

 

Dusk was also in her lightly armoured utilitysuit as worn beneath an assault power armour suit, or APAST. All of them were now upgraded with enhancements and additions of new tech such as back up weapons, sensors, 3Dcameras and some personal stuff. Meeting one's 'personal needs' would now be much easier, comfortable, and hygienic while in armour.

 

Romana approached holding a clearly changed type of tribattlerifle. She smiled at the two Prideofficers. "This is a multibattlerifle. One main weapon as a primerifle being a powerful sniperifle (sniper rifle), a heavy hitting blastrifle, a disintegrating disinrifle, a specialised xolasrifle or a HLM (hand long missile) firing HMLrifle.

 

Romana: "Below one can have a smaller, lighter, subrifle such as a launchsubrifle firing various forms of minijectiles (mini projectiles), a xolassubrifle projecting xolaser pulsebeams, a range of pulsesubrifles able to fire different kinds of energy pulses, a lasrifle (laser rifle), an autosubrifle, an autoshotsubrifle or a fletchrifle (fletchette rifle)."

 

Romana: "On top one can have an MTS (multiple targeting scope), a MSS (multiple sensorscanner), an MAVR (multiple audio visual recorder) or an MRR (multiple regenerator rejuvenator)."

 

Romana: "We may be able to put two extras on, one being on either side, if they are needed being solid ammo fabricator-storers or energy battery-generators though there are other possibilities such as siderifles or container capsules."

 

The Timelord went on speaking. "We wish to send some of our people with you being disguised as Pridetroopers. We suspect, very strongly, that you came all the way from California to solve the mysteries of Doomsday and we have come back to WashingtonDC to do the same. We were here on Doomsday when some kind of exotic event caused DocWho to splinter even as he went through a regeneration rejuvenation but other concerns have risen from that time. We can use a DemiTARDIS to travel to the OldPentagon that you call the CitadelDC."

 

Sarah frowned. "How long will that take?"

 

Romana sighed. "When we are in the charged up DemiTARDIS it should take no more than about 10 seconds, all things going as they should. After Doomsday matters of transdimensional travel became more problematic across this universe and some alternate universes to this one but even more so in this star system and alternate ones to this one. Other odd phenomena also began to arise. The troubles are slowly-steadily intensifying so that even the Timelord home world of Gallifrey is starting to be effected by them despite all of its ultratech defences."

 

Dusk spoke. "Why do I have a bad feeling about this?"

Edited April 20, 2020 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

[6]5+1=6

 

The DemiTARDIS attempts had first sent them to the bottom of the Potomac River where a very big aquatic mutant tried to eat it. A second attempt had them appear briefly in the frozen ruins of Moscow where dark things swirled amongst a terrible blizzard.

 

The third attempt got them to the OldPentagon but five years ago, before, the SteelOrderhood appeared in the capital.

 

They began to prepare the OldPentagon for the approaching SteelOrderhood airborne expeditionary force coming in big airships and fewer, salvaged, former zetan saucerships. The expedition would-had arrived to find the structure ready for them and the DocWho folks, along with the LyonsPriders, would-had been that way.

 

Killing the few radghoulers there was mostly done by fixing and reactivating security network-systems there. Turrets did for most of them while remoterobots finished off the others. Other types of the radghoulified surrendered and were soon working for snacks, being fussed over and small gifts.

 

OldPentagonis, the supergenius true AIsupercomputer, was grumpily pleased at the way that the newcomers were fixing up the network-systems which allowed him to better deploy his own resources to do the same. His 'children' helped being stationary sons of smartcomputers and mobile daughters of smartrobots with a few smartdroids, of smart androids, being one or the other. The 'grandchildren' were at first only hinted at.

 

They were all part of a 22nd Century experimental program to improve the upkeep, security and other facets of the OldPentagon including propaganda plus VIP tourism; the last included honorary VIPs being treated as real ones. They had also been a first step in developing more dangerous versions of themselves but even the 'Great Grumpy One' did not know anything about that. The GGO was, of course, OldPentagonis.

 

Flushing out any residing, high, radioactivity and other threats took careful planning and much effort. This included isolated computer viruses in quarantined off network-systems now needed to various degrees.

 

Then the newcomers met GGO's grandchildren along with other generations and yet others, one being a very grumpy radroach with special abilities.

Edited April 20, 2020 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

[7]6+1=7

 

They found traces of of exotic energies indicating exotic intrusions into the OldPentagon by the terrible aliens known generally as the greylien purebreds but more expertly as the Greyhigh of the Greyyari mass of species, subspecies, semispecies and demispecies. Subspecies were of 'distorted evolution', semispecies were womb born hybrids and demispecies were hybrid clones.

 

What kind of Greyhighs had they been? 3Dcameras picked up Greyna, psychic commanders, with Greyba bodyguards and Greyta servitors being aides and assistants. There were also twisted, monstrous, Greysa creatures that were not humanoids as they moved on all fours. All were criminally insane in their own, unique, alien fashion. The worst of the Greyhighs were supposed to be the Greyka but either none had been there, they were rarely outside the Greyya motherships or masterships, or they had used their exclusive powers to shield themselves; the problem with the last idea was the lack of blurring that the Greyka tended to cause with digital recordings of themselves.

 

Other recordings showed zetans being non clone hybrids and greyclone hybrids of different kinds. There were zetan dronebots hovering just above floors being equipped with different varieties of weapons and tools. The lowly Greyya semispecies, and demispecies, were obviously fearful and stressed but most likely by their cruel Greyya species, and subspecies, masters.

 

The recordings all ended in a flash of white light with new ones showing no further signs of Greyya intrusions. Yet the white flash had not been picked up except by sight and had left no energy residues, or other traces, of it having taken place; that is nothing such as higher than normal radiation or scorch marks.

Edited April 20, 2020 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

[8]7+1=8

 

TimeRani entered what looked like an oversized vending machine that actually functioned like one. Survivors had used it to obtain goods by paying Predoomsday $coins and-or $cards, vending machine tokens or prize bottle caps. It was NukaCola stuff stuff but also other corporate items such as GoodSnacks, Bobblefun, NutriCola and AdventureComics. After making sure nobody, important, could observe her she filled up a transdimensional sack with goodies before leading some creatures 'into' the RaniTARDIS. They were five radmoles, two radroaches, a young limping deathclaw and three passive supermutants.

 

After settling them into the Beastiary, and meeting happy to see her others dwelling there, she set up some non hurting-harmful experiments that gave rewards to willing participants. Only then did the Timelord retreat to her own offices with determination not to let any creatures in with her; a short time later she was surrounded by comfortably sleeping pet-companions who had come through the large pet-door.

 

A 4Dscreen glowed into activity floating in air and she began to read its 4Ddatasymbols. Over 200 local years had passed since Doomsday with the creatures, in the Beastiary, being in status. What had happened after that exotic, terrible, one to three actual days had been mundane in the Domelands of WashingtonDC beneath a still active but weakened quasienergy dome.

 

She began to search for any signs of important activity as picked up by the RaniTARDIS technology. A large ginger tabby cat took first turn sleeping on her lap while a wombat grumpily waited for his turn. It was odd to think that such things would have been impossible for her before she got caught in the edges of a great, white, flash of inexplicable light; it had changed her a good deal but truth was she was never needlessly cruel in her researches for she had always been a rational, objective, scientist doing only what she had to do to achieve her goals. TimeRani scratched the cat behind her ear and the feline purred, the wombat having fallen asleep with a not so grumpy expression on his face, his head resting on a Timelord boot.

Edited April 20, 2020 by Maharg67