Worlds Reverse Part 2

Worlds Reverse Part 2
written by Scott W. Taylor

Last time on Worlds Reverse: the Trash Commandos have been transported to a flip-side world where the humans are perceived to be mutants, and the mutants are in fact the natural, indigenous inhabitants. The 'mutants' or 'aberrations' appeared on the scene and attacked the Trash Commandos. The Commandos retaliated and those mutants of this dimension were defeated, and left for dead in the snows that blanket London.





   
'So what do we do now?' Commander Trash asked. 'Where do we go from here, Ford?'
   Naturally, Ford had the answer.
   'We venture south. 14 clicks in that direction.'
   'Okay' said the commander, 'do as the man says.'

   A moment or two after the departure of the Commandos a small glowing aperture appeared in the air and just hovered there about a metre off the ground. Emerald in hue, it began to grow larger, big enough for a humanoid form to easily pass through from one dimension into the present one. 
   'Here we are' uttered the large green form as it emerged from the aperture. 
   'Yes, my glorious master' replied the other form that followed. 
   'A fresh world. A new feeding ground.'
   'Yes, master' spoke the diminutive lackey. 
  'Ford has unwittingly led us here, simpleton that he is. I must find mutants. I must gather them. Harvest their genetically abhorrent structures and prepare them for the coming of my spawn. My children are hungry. They must feed.'
   'Yes, master. Bio Boss is hungry too?'
   'Indeed I am! I need a snack. I need to replenish my power.'
   The human forms that had recently been beaten by the Trash Commandos started to recover consciousness, and pick themselves off the ground. 
   'Ah, humans' spoke the bio boss. 'They are no use to me. I only feast on mutants.'
   'But, Boss, look! Your tendrils glow with hungry anticipation.'
   Bio Boss looked at his appendages with an odd curiosity.

   'That's odd. They only do that when there are aberrations near by. There are only these humans. Yet I sense a tingling in my taste buds when I see these humans. How curious.'
    The human forms looked at the two strange creatures looking back at them, and instantly went for their weapons.
    Bio Boss aimed his clawed appendages at them and instantly bathed the human forms in a searing light. The human forms slowly fell unconscious, their DNA was being masterfully extracted from their weak and enfeebled bodies.
   'Curious' Bio Boss spoke as he completed the extraction process. 'I fed on these humans as if they were mutants. Very curious indeed.'
   'Yes, my master.'

   The Trash Commandos continued to walk in southern direction. The snows were deep and sections of the city were treacherous on account of the deep crevasses that lay in hiding deep beneath the ice and snows. 
   'How far is it now?' Danny asked as he felt cold and listless. 
   'Not far! Not far!' Ford spoke excitedly. 'The seat of government in this version of London is close. They are mutants like us.'
   'Except they are human' Malloy corrected him.
   'That's true. And you'll find that they are very militant. They had to adopt that lifestyle since after half the population of this world were changed into aberrations, they have been at war. Humans mistrust mutants. They fear each other. But I think the indigenous peoples of this world will be more willing to help us since we look the same as them in every respect.'
   'So we're seeking their help?' Commander Trash queried.
   'Yes we are' Ford agreed. 'If I am to succeed we need help. There is safety in numbers. And I need to find the British Telecom Tower in this world in order to transmit the signal, and bring about the restoration of this world as well.' 

   'How do you know the tower even exists here? And if it does, then how do you know that it's transmitters are still operational? I mean, look around you. Half these buildings you see look derelict. Doesn't look as though anyone has used this stuff in years.'
   'Have faith' Ford spoke. 'We will find a solution. We always do!' 

   In a not so distant bunker other eyes were watching the Trash Commandos approach. 
   'Open the hatch. Send an escort to see that our new guests arrive at our HQ safely.'
   The eyes narrowed as the image on the view screen was magnified showing the approaching commandos in more detail.
   'Right away, sergeant.'
   'And make them welcome. They need our help just as much as they'll need ours.'
   'Aye, sir.'

   The snows blanketed the terrain endlessly. It was a white, featureless tundra...Featureless, until...A hatch began to open up by way of an hydraulic system. Two individuals wearing snow gear stepped up out of the aperture and called over to the Trash Commandos as they approached. 

   'The Sergeant requested that you accompany us to our HQ' one of the individuals announced. 'Don't be alarmed. Its not safe up here and...Commander Trash? Is that you?'
   Commander Trash stepped forward ahead of the others.
   'Do we know each other?' the commander asked the stranger who couldn't have looked any stranger to be honest, with his purple skin, and that one bulbous eye that seemed to sit in the centre of his cowl.
   'Yes...I mean yes, I know you. You're Commander Trash, the greatest hero that ever lived. But-but...You're supposed to be dead!'
   'What?' blurted the commander.
   'He must mean your alternative counterpart' Ford reasoned. 'There must have been another Commander Trash who was indigenous to this plane of existence.'
   'Greatest hero that ever lived?' Danny Mult smirked.
   'Yeah, don't let that go to your head' Cinderella said to a stunned Commander Trash.
   'Would you accompany us, please. Like I was saying, it isn't safe out here' the one-eyed individual began to gesture.
   The Trash Commandos followed the two escorts down through the aperture in the snow, and then heard the hydraulic system lock the secret hatch back into place behind them.
   They took an elevator about a few miles down. 
   At the base, the Trash Commandos were escorted to the main HQ where they were greeted by, what appeared to be, an animated pumpkin with eyes and a cigar hanging from its mouth. 
   'Oh my...' spoke the pumpkin. 'I didn't believe it at first. But it is you. Commander Trash. The greatest-'
   'I know, I know! The greatest hero that ever was!' Commander Trash interrupted, finding this kind of outburst rather irksome at this point. 
   'Why yes' replied the pumpkin. 

                                        
'Oh, how remiss of me. allow me to introduce myself. I'm Sergeant Seedling. I'm leader of this operation. Now I understand that you six individuals are not of this world, but you are from an alternate world, like this one? Am I right?'
   'How did you know that?' asked Malloy.
   Ford smiled. 
   'They have inter-dimensional technology' he explained. 'Here humans developed different technology than humans on your world.'
   'Indeed' agreed Seedling. 'We developed ways to manipulate the barriers to other local dimensions about a decade ago. We're not saying we're more advanced than your people. I'm just saying that our two worlds advanced in mutually different directions. For example, we never were able to fully perfect the creation of a simple electric toothbrush. But your dimension pulled it off nicely. Good going! Ingenious!'      
   'So what happened here?' asked Trash. 'And who attacked us when we arrived?' 
  'Those were mutants. Mere aberrations created by Harold Zarkmann. Over a year ago this evil man managed to transform nearly half the world's population into those creatures who attacked you earlier. We watched the whole thing on live feed. We witnessed your incursion into this world. We also witnessed another incursion.'
   Seedling ordered one of his men to play back the tape recording. 
   'As you can see by the view screen, this insurgent could be a danger.'
   The Trash Commandos watched as the tape showed the form of Bio Boss and his minion appearing in the snowy wastes. Then the mutants (human forms) as they pulled themselves round. Bio Boss appeared to bathe the human forms in a blinding energy blast shot from both his tendrils.'
   'There!' pointed Ford. 'Do you see? He's feeding off of the mutant's life force. He's consuming them.'
   'That happened soon after you left that area, and those mutants- after you'd successfully kicked their butts- were left to their horrible fate when those two arrived only a few minutes later.'
   'Who are they?' asked Trash. 
   'I don't know. But they could be trouble' Seedling stated with a concerned look. 






                           To be continued....