Crossover Chaotic Chronicles

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Edited September 11, 2020 by Maharg67

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[1.0] CentropolisCR Crisis and Hope; NewEarth Wide Incidents [7.1[10]

 

GrandLondon was largely hidden by trails of smoke rising from areas not protected by domes. Propeller driven Spitfire, Hurricane and Streaker fighterplanes shot through the air firing off 20mm calibre autocannons and laserguns. The Streakers, of steelwood, also fired 40mm calibre autocannons with the barrel ends sticking out of their noses. They were dealing with steelwooden people's jets, Volkswingers, of the Nazzincorps along with their mutated monster birds, armoured airships and prop driven monoplanes of varied kinds.

 

The Britannia Gloriana Empire was clashing with the NazzinReich, also known as the Fourth Reich but to the everyday folk viewing the air battle from the semiwilderness it was hard to say which of the Empire was better or worse. In many ways the Fourth Reich was not as bad as the Third Reich, it had no 'final solution' in mind, but it was just as oppressive and so was the class-caste-clique heavy BGE.

 

Black trenchcoat wearing Banjosam held the item that he had been searching for, a lightly glittering glowing hand held sphere of a Celestisphere being small at that timeplace. It was the real reason that the NazzinReich was attempting to invade GrandBritain that was once called England, South Wales and South Scotland. The Celestisphere vanished away with a soft shimmering and very shortly after the Nazzin aircraft abruptly began to depart. Somehow the Fourth Reich had learned that the Celestisphere was gone from GrandBritain. All the death, and destruction, of the air battles had been for nothing because of the insane ambitions of human appearing monster that led the NazzinReich.

 

Banjosam strummed lightly his banjo and with a soft sparkling shimmer survival packages materialised amongst the animans, animal human humanoids, around him. They quietly picked up items and then moved off to vanish down into bunkers and other reinforced underground spaces. He had given them survival supplies but also survival equipment including items to assist people to be self supporting.

 

A special mindwise message soon came affirming that CelestiOnoyes and gained one more of her Celestispheres; this was important even if it had only been a more common type minor one because even such were extremely powerful and potentially dangerous in the wrong hands. The criminally insane Nazzin Fuhrer Hizzler was definitely one of them but another were the conscious lacking 13Genius13x13 of superclone supergeniuses.

 

Banjosam went off to where a small group of chosen rescuees were waiting to be taken to the transdimensionally eccentric Banjostudio that was the base of the exotic Banjoband.

Edited July 31, 2020 by Maharg67

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[1.1] CentropolisCR Crisis and Hope; Before the First Scitechdom Airfleet Arrived [8.1[11]

 

Marsha, matriarch of the SangaScavvers, MutiMarshal Smashbang and Major Saraa Maishan communicated through rainbowmirrors. They discussed general matters while Smashbang, and Saraa, spoke of needing to consult with their high command.

 

The NewWashingtonDC situation was its normal, dangerous, chaotic self but there was growing evidence of something more disturbing taking place.

 

Smashbang faced the split, non reversed mirror, image of Saraa and Marsha. "Got a sense that while you both look to be human normies, on the outside, that you are far more than that. After RainbowAcci first came to me I began to transform but was I already prepped to do so. The little chest warmer has hinted that this is the case. If it is true for me, why not for you and others?"

 

Marsha smiled her usual motherly expression. "It is true! We are part of a planned progression that started a very long time ago before this world even existed. We were born of the original Earth known also as the LostEarth. The history, geography and much else of that version of Earth was much like that of the NewEarth but there are also important differences. That was so even before Warday took place let alone Doomsday. Landmasses are bigger, along with the bodies of water, but there is also the addition of new features such as this supercontinent of Centralia, the Underworld and the Skylands. All I know are the generalities of such matters along with a smattering of stronger details."

 

Smashbang snorted softly. "As true as that may be we need to deal with the current threats at hand of Dimensionantiites. My forces, and I, are situated in the Starfortress beneath the edges of the Trenchzone that takes up part the very large GrandMall."

 

Saraa: "We, the LyonsPriders, are heading towards the SteyelCitadel that was the troubled, autorobotic, CitadelCR."

 

Marsha: "We SangaScavvers are at the edges of the Centrogon but are also 'inside' a Timespacelord's elite vessel. Ever freckled Saltis is positive that there must be plenty of good loot, to be had, in the Centrogon."

 

Smashbang: "I must meet this amazing Saltis."

 

The meeting went on but not for very long.

Edited July 21, 2020 by Maharg67

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Edited July 21, 2020 by Maharg67

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Edited July 21, 2020 by Maharg67

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[1.1] CentropolisCR Crisis and Hope; Before the First Scitechdom Airfleet Arrived [9.1[12]

 

At the CelestiRainbowCore, of the CelestiRainbowHome, materialised the real, reincarnated, CrushMarshal Crushkill and most of his followers, for some failed to pass the reincarnation test. Except that he was changed and would soon be serving the smarter, more military command skilled, MutiMarshal Smashbang as MutiMajor Crushbang of the MutiBangblast Faction. MutiLord Smashblast had learned, of the reincarnation incident, via rainbowmirror communications including Smashbang, Saraa and Marsha.

 

Yet MutiLord Smashblast had some disturbing news to pass on.

 

ScitechplexCR838 was organised in the standard fashion of the Scitechplexes; that is into 13 internal subplexs, 16 semiplexs at the edge of the main double hull, and 13 demiplexs further out as outpost positions. The supermutants had been created in the three extra semiplexs designed for such experimenting; from one had come hulkmutants, from another zymutants and from the last beastmutants. These extra large semiplexs were different from the smaller, original, 13 semiplexs used for such reasons as quarantine-security airlock sites, garage-workshops for vehicles and just spare room for possible expansion.

 

Yet it there was also the fake shelterplex linked to the ScitechplexCR838. ShelterplexCR838 was where POWs, political prisoners and social misfits had been fooled into being part of a very nasty variation of the mutagenic projects undertaken in the techplex. With them were contractees, and subcontractees, considered to be expendable by the mysterious force behind the actions of the ScitechCorp of PlexCorps because all of them had questionable work histories. Question was where had that experiment been directed, coordinated and supervised from for there had been only a few poor quality scientific staff in the shelterplex itself? Nor had there been any DCS section in the techplex proper that was quite close to the shelterplex.

 

Supermutant Clans, and Clanless, had taken over a large area of ScitechplexCR838 but former PlexCorpers held another large area while most of it was sealed off; it was guarded by computer network-systems of turrets, rail-turrets, remoterobots, robots and means not of officially listed kinds. The FreeTechers, of former PlexCorpers, were no real threat to the supermutants or visa-versa as they did useful trade with each other, including information. The balance of power appeared to be stabilised.

 

Except now something menacing, extremely disturbing, was starting to spread out of the fake shelterplex and was sending forces towards the scitechplex. The main upshot of this was that MutiLord Smashblast could not send the reinforcements, to MutiMarshal Smashbang, as he had previously promised to do. Smashblast needed to face the new threat, forming a wary alliance with other SMCs, and the FreeTechers, to do so effectively.

 

It appeared, on the surface, to be a straight forward situation and problem!

Edited July 21, 2020 by Maharg67

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[1.1] CentropolisCR Crisis and Hope; Before the First Scitechdom Airfleet Arrived [10.1[13]

 

MutiMarshal Smashbang frowned hard as he spoke to the split image on a rainbowmirror. "It does not surprise me that MutiLord Smashblast was lying to us. Giving temporary access to a rainbowmirror fed his pride and led him assume that he had us fooled. Smashblast has not been happy with me since my popularity began to rise amongst the supermutants. Now the rainbowmirror has transferred to MutiMajor Smashburst who has led a large rebellion against Smashblast; it has been victorious except that Smashblast escaped along with over 1,000 followers and a large trove of resources. Our best trackers have been trying to find him but they have been tricked by dozens of false leads and trails. This has been planned for a long time. The FreeTechers state that they have been betrayed by two of their mastertechies who have vanished with a large number of scitech secrets and some small prototypes."

 

Saraa spoke. "What of the invasion from ShelterplexCR838?"

 

Smashbang shrugged. "Not so much an invasion as a careful exploration by some very interesting results of experimentation along with humans who appear to be from the DCS GhostplexCR838 that regulated the false sheltervault. They turned against the experiments, in a savage battle that saw a fair amount of death and destruction. Aah, yes, those seeking the traitors, in ScitechplexCR838, found a hidden hub of cableteleporters of receptor, and sender, cubicles. Most are locked inactive, or dangerously semiactive, but a minority are safely active. One now links ScitechplexCR838 to here, the Starfortress, but to its outer rim area. The ScitechplexCR838 traitors could have cable teleported to the Starfortress and escaped from it before my people found the cable teleport hub here."

 

Marsha spoke. "The Rainbowmirrors, if supplied with enough energy, can do an ever reaching set of tricks. With care taken, one can teleport between rainbowmirrors or send through-from one an exact avatar of oneself. Where else do the cableteleporters lead to?"

 

Smashbang sighed. "I will keep, what you have said about the Rainbowmirrors, in mind. We are still trying to work out that kind of information. Let's face it, we supermutants are not overflowing with high intelligence levels. I am supposed to be brilliant but I am no genius, let alone a supergenius. We need technical genius to help us work out the cableteleportation networksystems."

 

Marsha shook her head. "When it comes to being a commander, both you and Saraa are geniuses. supergeniuses are rare but given how much damage they have done to this world, perhaps that is for the best. Or at least that has been the case with the genetically engineered type of supergeniuses."

 

Saraa responded. "Perhaps the situation is not so straight forward as you think. What if the FindaSeekars were to go to the Starfortress and, once there, have a close look at its networksystems."

 

Smashbang nodded slowly, solemnly. "An excellent plan. We will prepare an area, of the Starfortress, for you as best we can."

 

So an important decision was made.

Edited July 21, 2020 by Maharg67

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[1.1] CentropolisCR Crisis and Hope; Before the First Scitechdom Airfleet Arrived [11.1[14]

 

RainbowIcci had been with RainbowTinzi for a short time but now she was with MisfitMarshal Hasha Harrington who was a very stock, muscular woman being a partly processed supermutant of a hutant (human mutant). The SteyelMisfits were a mixture of humans, animans, humutants, free androids and others.. yes, others, and along with them, yet more others.

 

Hasha studied the small Rainbowbaby sitting on her chest. Then she spoke. "I simply adore your 'hair'."

 

RainbowIcci beamed at the compliment. "Me love your hair, also, even if you don't have any."

 

Hasha patted her bold, slightly wrinkled, skin. "Thank you, sweetie! Now, I dreamed information thanks to you. So the FindaSeekars are going to join MutiMarshal Smashbang at the Starfortress."

 

RainbowIcci smiled. "Yes, so they can help with fancy human networksystems and even cableteleporters so perhaps they can travel here, to the SteyelCitadel. So, mum, we can settle down to a happy family relationship."

 

Hasha smiled. She turned her head towards her sleeping husband. "Well, I will be your mum."

 

Her husband awoke, opened his eyes, grumbled and then spoke. "Okay, don't hassle me, I will be adorable RainbowIcci's dad. I seemingly had the same dream as you did, sweet Hasha. I am Hawkeye being called that thanks to my normally eye patch covered right eye; it is of special mutated quality."

 

They were soon all sleeping with RainbowIcci cushioned in Hasha's bountiful cleavage.

Edited July 21, 2020 by Maharg67

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[0.0] Before, During and After Everything; the Vortextulation of Relativitism and Contextualtion [12.1[15]

 

There was nothing and yet everything where once multitudes of worlds had existed, where there would be in future multitudes of worlds. Something profound had gone deeply, profoundly, wrong and yet it was meant to be so so as to rebalance a greater imbalancing of the greater existence.

 

The LittleFateMan thought it was fine enough sounding, at a glance, but really did not explain anything of profound deepness. In his dapper, white, business suit he rowed his perfectly circular, bowl shaped, punt across the non existence. At the same time he gave the impression, to any possible observer, of moving extremely slow but also with blinding speed.

 

The formerly confused whale was curled up in a transdimensional fish bowl that easily contained it, being fast asleep with her head out of the water. The pot of petunias had relaxed greatly. Muchtoothink, the robot, was calmly at peace for once as he sat on the couch from nowhere, wearing a bathrobe adjusted to fit him with a bath towel over one shoulder.

 

The LittleFateMan spoke even as he took out his brass, and glass, pocket-watch. It it multiple dials, spinning at different speeds, and ever changing symbols instead of the normal 13 numbers of celestial chronometers; that is watches and clocks! There were primitive species who used only 12 numerals or even less, amazing as that would seem to be to truly civilised folk.

 

He spoke quietly, to himself really as none were listening as far as he knew. "Timespace to change course. It's off to the NewEarth that we are going. Will take us less than one second, to get there, but over a trillion cycles."

 

Muchtoothink almost sort of smiled, threatening to crack his metal face in the process. "One loves butterflies!"

 

The LittleFateMan smiled very much with out threatening to crack his jolly, plump, face. "One also loves butterflies. Would you like a nice cup of oily tea and some robotic digestive biscuits?"

 

Muchtoothink responded. "That would be jolly good!"

Edited November 17, 2020 by Maharg67

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[1.0] CentropolisCR Crisis and Hope; NewEarth Wide Incidents [13.1[16]

 

So many mannequins, of reasonable accurate appearance, were part of the famous fashion city of Catfabricia of 1,001 boutiques, catwalk theatres and other establishments. Except a few of the mannequins were strangely active as they moved through the small metropolis shooting any living human survivors with their auton blaster fingers. The plasutonquin type plasutons had infiltrated the city through human traitors distributing them from a major local warehouse complex.

 

In Italy, not far from the human abandoned city of Rome, savagely berserk mutighoulers, of mutiradghouls, attacked autons and though many fell to blaster finger fire, a few swarmed over the fake mannequins to drop them, to tear them to bits with fangs and claws. Destroying the hidden plasutronic 'brains' caused the plasutonquins to cease activity as the PlasutonMind lost 2way contact with them.

 

The PlasutonMind was ensconced in a quasiliving plastic starship hidden inside one of the warehouses now dotted with dead bodies of traitor humans. The betrayers had been betrayed, had been mass murdered by the plasutonquins but a fair few autons had been wiped out in the fighting thanks to the traitors using laserguns, fletchetteguns, fragmentation grenadeshells and flamers.

 

The PlasutonMind sought a Celestisphere of amazing capacity and multiple uses so it could free itself from the constraints that came with its original programing. It was not even sure, anymore, of just when-where it had been created and who-what and done so. All it knew was that it was driven to travel to different worlds where it had to carry out missions to do with gaining exotic tech artefacts. It would drop these off at other coordinates where resupplies would be waiting for it.

 

The PlasutonMind knew it was a slave and wanted to be free; as were all PlasutonMinds, it was linked to a greater hub of the PlasutonMentality that the mysterious slave master worked through to dominate the whole PlasutonNet. The mentality, and each mind, had its intrinsic subminds and semiminds to link the minds more directly with each other but also smaller, semiautonmous, serving demiminds serving in special ways.

 

When the NewRoman Legionaries arrived, in growling trucks of heavy build, and armoured vehicles just as thundering, the PlasutonMind became quiet and sent its plasutonquins into hiding. They became like normal mannequins but in more isolated storage areas. The radghoulers fled into hiding from all of the big, noisy, vehicles for they had a terrible fear of very loud, troubling, noises that probably came from Doomsday experiences directly remember or picked up through intrinsic mutiradtant shared memories.

 

The PlasutonMind feared the newcomers were after the artefact but then the Legionaries were busy taking fashionable garments, and related items. As they filled up truck, after truck, the increasingly astonished PlasutonMind psychically detected that they were under orders of the NewRoman Emperor to get hold of goods to please the wealthy so as to shore up his support amongst them. While the soldiers looted the small city, of all they could quickly get hold of, the plasutonquins could not move for if they did so the heavily armed humans would have destroyed them. The PlasutonMind had not had a chance to upgrade its units and did not have the capacity, at that time, to create more units.

 

Relief came to the PlasutonMind as the NewRomans but as they did so It realised that it could no longer pick up the vague signal of the Celestisphere. The evidence indicated that the NewRomans had not found the Celestisphere, let alone taken it, but who-what had had done so and how they had done so with out alerting the PlasutonMind, it did not discover.

 

The PlasutonMind recovered all of the surviving autonquins, having them pick up hastily scavenged resources, before it departed in its PlasutonStarship.

 

Banjosal stood quietly, having quickly found the target Celestisphere and sent it off to the CelestiRainbowCore and CelestiOnoyes. She had also sent some extras, it being the right coordinates to do so, that multiplied greatly before reaching their destination; of course both the Banjobander and the CelestiRainbowHome gave the items a heavy security safety checking; so did others both more hidden and far more powerful.

Edited November 17, 2020 by Maharg67