The Reality Drudge Part 3

The Reality Drudge

Written be Scott W. Taylor

Last time in The Reality Drudge: Ford, an alien from an inter dimensional bureau that polices and maintains reality, has had his reality wand stolen by the world's most evil villain: Major Malice. However, the bureau has sent out their latest weapon to retrieve it: R14-TDD robot. In the meantime our heroes have employed the help of Iggy and Sewer Spawn to build them weapons and vehicles which they'll need to battle the threat.  



An explosion in the streets of London soon got the attention of most the sentient beings in the immediate area. It came suddenly and unexpectedly, and was followed soon after by the sound of something large and metallic moving towards the great London Eye. 
   A robot! A giant Robot, designated R14-TDD, loomed high over the tallest structures. It raised its foot only to bring it thudding down upon the asphalt below, leaving immense cracks upon the surface. 
   In the industrial estate the Trash Commandos heard the colossal footfalls in the distance. 

   'Okay' Dirk spoke as he shot up out of his chair, 'What was that? More explosions?'

   Commander Trash rose too and ran to the window.
   'That was no explosion' he stated.
   Cinderella followed him to the window.    
   'Then what was it?' 
   'I don't know.'
   

In the interim the R14 had reached its target. The Zarkmann tower, the main London headquarters of one of the most wealthy men in the world. The giant robot, standing ankle deep in the Thames, raised its right arm. Quickly the metal fist transformed into a cannon, and started firing at the tall building. But why that specific building? Why, because it was the headquarters of the most powerful individual in the world: M. Malice. The deadly heat ray began to tear huge chunks from the tall building. But in the distance, high up in the stratosphere, a lone craft moved in for the kill. It was Malice's Cuttlepod.

  
   On board, on the mane control bridge, M. Malice watched the robot as it brought down his HQ. What was this giant machine? Where had it come from? Who had sent it? Malice's curiosity was fleeting. The hostile was destroying his property. Quickly, he removed the reality wand which he had appropriated from Ford earlier that day. He aimed it at the robot. 
   'Do me proud' he ordered as the wand sent a bright beam of energy hurtling toward the hostile below. Only the hostile seemed unfazed by the sudden attack. Malice fired again. And again the robot was unaffected. 
   'Damn!' Malice raged. 'Bob, Goon, descend upon the hostile robot. We'll use the Cuttlepod's crushing tentacles to crush that hulk of metal like a tin can!'
   'Right away, boss' answered his two minions. 
   The Cuttlepod descended from the sky, baring down upon the hostile robot. The tentacles deploying, snaking around the metal torso of the robot.


Back at the industrial estate the Trash Commandos were busy picking out weapons and vehicles necessary to their mission. Iggy was asked to make some minor adjustments to some of the choice hardware and gadgets. At one point during the procedure Iggy had to dangle Sewer Spawn upside down over the side of the gantry, holding the mutant by the legs, so that he could repair some damaged circuitry on the hull of the Tiger-Moth R15.

     
   The Garbage Tanks, mark 1 and mark 2, were ready to deploy, and the Tarnish Van needed very little work done to it. 

 
  'Lets move 'em out!' Commander Trash waved as he sat shotgun in the Tarnish Van. The small TV set on the dashboard flickered to life. Apparently there was one TV network being broadcast, and that was the Chanel 6 News. The daring news correspondent, Tina Gray, stood near the London Eye reporting the devastation. There were mutants, clearly rattled by the development, who were running past the camera, shrieking and yelling.   

 'Up until a few minutes ago' Tina continued to report, trying not to get distracted by all the commotion going on around her, 'this giant robot appeared in central London and is at present locked in a mortal struggle against what appears to look like a giant flying squid. Who knows where these two strange beings came from or indeed which one will emerge victorious. All we do know is the city maybe in grave peril.'
    'Get us to London Central!' Commander Trash ordered. 
    The vehicles sped through the streets, forming a convoy as they moved towards point zero. Upon reaching their destination the Trash Commando's vehicles began to pan out, arriving at the two hostiles forming a pincer movement. 
    Danny Mult was piloting the Tiger-Moth R15 glider. Placing the R15 in auto pilot mode Danny flicked a switch activating a grappling hook and rope. The projectile shot from the underside of the hull and landed a considerable distance away, attaching to a wall, high above an office block. Danny grabbed the rope and slid down it like a skilled paratrooper. Coming up fast were the two hostile machines that were locked in battle. As he swung into action, Danny, The Human Amoeba, began to increase his size and mass, growing larger and larger. 
   'This is going to hurt you more than its going to hurt me' he emphasised, pulling back his fist. As he landed a well aimed punch at the R14-TDD, the robot was sent careering backwards out of control. 
   Malice's Cuttlepod merely hovered where it was, glad that this mutant had intervened. 
   Then the second wave came in for the attack. The two Garbage tanks began training their weapons on the Cuttlepod. 
   'Fire!' ordered Jonathon Trash. 
   The guns fired. Danny Mult reverted back to his original size. But the battle was far from won. The R14-TDD still had a spark of life left in it. Its eyes began to glow a bright red as it began to pick itself up off the ground. It rose up again to its full stature, aimed its weapon at the Garbage Tank mark 1 and fired its heat ray. 





                            To be continued....