Worlds Reverse Part 3

Worlds Reverse Part 3
Written by Scott W. Taylor


Last time in Worlds Reverse: Ford and the Trash Commandos find themselves in an alternate reality of Earth. Here humans are mutants, and conversely mutants are the natural higher forms of life on the planet. The Trash Commandos have come into contact with an organisation lead by Sergeant Seedling and his men, and Commander Trash had a counterpart in this world too who died defending his people from the mutant insurgents. Also, Bio Boss is at large and possesses the power to eat mutant souls.





Sergeant Seedling agreed to allow Commander Trash view the shrine where the other Commander Trash was buried. It seemed morbid, especially when he was asked to visit his own casket. But it wasn't his, was it? The casket belonged to that other version of himself, the one who died defending his world from the mutants. 
    'Here we are, sir' one of Seedling's escorts showed Commander Trash to his counterpart's shrine. 
  'What is that?' the commander asked, pointing to what looked like a strange, black Unitard and cowl presented on a coat stand. It looked like something a dark superhero would wear in one of those comic book movies.



   'It was the vest your counterpart wore in his final battle with the mutant insurgents' explained the other. 'You- I mean, he...He fought bravely in the end. What a hero.'
   'I'm no hero' Trash argued. 'I just do my duty. I'm a soldier.' 
   'This is no time for modesty, Commander' the Sergeant remarked. 'I too witnessed Commander Johnathon Trash in battle. The battle suit you see before you almost protected him against the mutant onslaught. The threads are produced from both an electrochromic and photochromic material, which means that it changes its tincture when certain elements come into play. In short, it has its own camouflage capability.'
    Commander Trash stepped closer to the shrine, and the costume that hung there like some kind of homage to a superhero. 
    'It is your battle suit...that is, if you want it it's yours.'     
   
    In the main command centre the other Trash Commandos were getting to know their extra-dimensional counterparts. One of them stepped forward and appeared to be made entirely out of cloth, patched together haphazardly like a plush doll made up of different patterned material. His name was Rag-Tag. Another member of the team had large ears and red skin who went by the name of Chilli Dog. 
   'Be careful of his temper' Sergeant Seedling warned.
   Chilli Dog raised his flame thrower and shot a column of fire in the air above his head. 


   The reptilian commando with the protective plates on his back was Dino-mo. His armour plated muscles began to ripple as he flexed. Then there was Eyes-Off, the spy with the eye, and another eye, and yet another eye lodged in his chest, as well as eyes in his hands. He had eyes just about everywhere! 

   Sub-Human-Thing was the next to introduce himself. He was the boffin, the brains behind it all. He was the most odd looking of creatures. But his appearance was nothing more than a facade, a shell as it were. With a simple command his outer body split in half to reveal a monkey sitting there at a control panel, right there inside the creature's midriff. The monkey waved at the Trash Commandos rather whimsically and said,
   'Hi, pleased to meet you.'
   The next to introduce himself was a two-headed individual that appeared to have foliage and lettuce leaves growing from his body. 
   'Im Endive' one head introduced. 
   'And I'm Cos' the other chimed in. 
   'Curiouser and curiouser' exclaimed Dirk Gumbo, making a reference to one of Lewis Carroll's greatest books.
   'But why are we here?' Cinderella asked as she turned to Ford. 'Are we simply here to rectify a mistake you made? I'm starting to wonder what is actually going on here. Ford? We arrived from our own dimension. We arrived here in a mirror-alternate world. Moments later two strangers arrive with the ability to feed off of mutant life-force energy. I saw the look on your face when we were showed the video footage of those two arriving. I saw that look...It was like you knew them. Year feared them.'
   Ford knew that he could not keep any secrets. 
   'His name is Bio Boss' Ford answered, a little apprehensively. 'He is one of the higher echelons working at the reality corps. He's like, over security or something. I've never seen him in the flesh, so to speak. But we've all heard of him. Even his name inspires fear. In the Department of Fact and Reality his surveillance equipment was everywhere. No employee could fall out of line and not have security not know about it. Everyone was afraid of him, the Bio Boss, the man who kept us all in line.'

   'And now this Bio Boss is taking mutant souls as if they were nourishment to him' Cinderella observed. 
   'I really don't know about that!' Ford shot, clearly afraid. 'I just know what I know!'
   'We have to stop him, whoever he is' Cinderella stated finally. 
   'How?' Ford questioned. 'You are mutants! He eats mutants!'
   'Ford' Cinderella said, looking down at Ford. 'What he is is reneged. What he is is a danger to every mutant life in this multiverse. He has to be stopped!'
   Ford placed his hands to his face in abject fear. 
   'Oh what have I done? What have I done?'
   'Whatever you did, Ford' Cinderella spoke with almost pin-point certainty, 'I doubt you were to blame.'
   'What?' Ford questioned. 
   'Sounds to me like your superiors made the call, and then made you the scapegoat. They made such a good job of covering their own tracks that they made even you think it was your mistake, your mess, all of this. Reality reshaped! Reality tampered with, and all to create a new race of mutants...ripe for the plunder. Why, we mutants are nothing more than cattle for the Bio Boss. He consumes us and he forced you to create us, create us part of his food chain. The Bio Boss is beyond reproach. Just as you were fired for a mistake you never made. And the rest of us get...eaten.' 
   Ford's eyes looked distant as the realisation of Cinderellas supposition began to sink in.   
   Then, without warning, the lights in the room, as well as the computer equipment went off, only to return a moment later, then flicker off again. 
   'We have saboteurs in the main generator!' shouted Chilli Dog, looking at the live feed. 
   Suddenly the door to the main HQ slid open and two commandos walked in with a mutant prisoner. 

        
   It was a female mutant with dark skin, and appeared to be some kind of doctor, going by the white lab coat she was wearing. 
   'We found her loitering near the generator room' one of the commandos reported. 
   'What were you doing in there?' asked the Sergeant. 
   The woman remained silent. 
   'Very well, take her to detention level C.'
   'You humans have no right to threaten our existence!' the captured female shouted suddenly. 'We were never a threat to you, but you gave us no option but to retaliate!' 
   'Retaliate?' Cinderella repeated, looking at the female askance.
   'Yes!' the female responded sharply. 'All we wanted was to be left alone. But you people persecute and attack us! It wasn't our fault that our appearances were altered! Its not our fault that we look the way we do!'
   'Hold on, lady! Wind the tape back a moment' Dirk Gumbo threw up his hands. 'You said that these people have mistreated you and your people?'
   'Yes!' replied the female quickly. 'We are mutants! We are aberrations!'
   'Yes you are' answered the Sergeant. 'And as such we can't allow random elements such as you running freely around the city, causing trouble. Take her away!'
   'Wait' spoke the Commander. 'She has caused trouble, undeniable. But it sounds to me that it is you people who forced her down this path, and forced those just like her as well.'
   The Sergeant could barely believe that it was Commander Trash himself who was advocating the actions of the female mutant. 


   'Now it seems' he continued, 'that either out of fear or hatred, it has been the humans of this world who have sown the seed of rebellion amidst these mutants. Those that attacked us with choppers, and with guns when we arrived on this world. They attacked us...because they thought we were a threat. Why do you think, Sergeant, they thought we were a threat in the first place?'
    The Sergeant was silent as he began to understand what the commander was saying. 
    'Because we saw them as a threat first. We attacked them. We drew first blood and that was all the reason they needed to retaliate. Now then, we have the ability to change these unfortunate people back to their former selves. We can make them normal again. We succeeded back on our world with the help of a large transmitter located within the British Telecom Tower. We can do it here. This world must have a similar transmitter like the one we used in our reality.'
   Sergeant Seedling thought for a moment. 
   'That place you identified as the British Telecom Tower' said Chilli Dog, 'is now a highly fortified compound. Not even our troops can get in.'
   'Mutants?' Commander Trash questioned. 
   'Major Malice' answered Eyes-Off. 
   Dino-Mo went on to explain: 
   'He set up that fortress about ten years ago to surround the very transmitter that mutated half the human population in the first place. No, I'm afraid Chilli Dog is correct, no one can get in.' 
    Chilli Dog pushed a button on the console, relaying an image on the screen, and then another image. Commander Trash could barely believe his eyes. The sheer feet of engineering and skill it must have needed to build such a structure, it defied belief. The entire complex appeared to be covered in elaborate structures, accentuated by towers with protruding sculpted sculls and gargoyles, and spires. It looked like something bang out of a horror movie. At the upper most pinnacle was placed a large dome with what appeared to be a gargoyle-like face leering out over the vast white tundra as if to ward off would-be attackers. Above the dome were two or three large glass panels. No doubt they were made of the same substance of glass that mutated the poor people of this world.     

               
   Behind the dome was a pyramid structure with what looked like an eye in its centre. This structure had a look about it that gave it a rather mystical appearance.  
   'As you can see' said the Sergeant, 'there is no way in.'
   Commander Trash looked down at Ford and the reality wand in his hand.
   'I think there might be a way' he said. 






                                            To be continued....