C&C is welcome.
A experimental crossover between a Bubble Gum Crisis universe and the
Superman Unbound universe.
Bobby Wells was an Airforce tech sargent assigned to an American base
in Japan he has a 3 SA Ultraman enhancement and had the missfortune
of being "harvested" by the GENOM Cooperation of a parallel universe.
Superman Unbound can be found at
http://www.geocities.com/supermanunbound/index.html
http://tv.groups.yahoo.com/group/LoisandClark_SUW/
Bubble Gum Crisis copyrighted by Artmic Inc. and Youmex, Inc.
PROJECT HARVEST
Chapter 00 BEGINNINGS
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"PAUSE!"
"When did the C55's switch their energy weapons to full power?"
Turning back to the wall sized display Quincy waited ignoring the
rapid clicking as Madigan called up the data. He studied what had
been Project Harvest's latest acquisition. The humanoid was shown
frozen mid leap 10 meters above the facilities floor.
"ROTATE!"
Quincy watched as his office computer slowly rotated a 3D model
hastily synthesized from twelve Boomer's data tracks. The humanoid's
skin was clearly visible through several holes burned through it's
chest covering. A skin unmarked by direct hits from a C55's energy
weapons.
"CONTINUE ROTATION!"
Cued by the Keyboard falling silent Quincy gave a slight nod and
while still studying the humanoid he listened to Madigan read the
data. After listing the power setting used and the time codes when
each boomer changed its setting and fired Madigan fell silent waiting
for a response from her CEO.
Quincy allowed the computer to return to the original orientation and
continued to study the hole burned in the humanoids front covering
before he turned to Madigan. Looking at Madigan, Quincy asked "Was
the humanoid wearing his original covering?" Replying immediately
Madigan said "No as is the standard procedure with all harvested
resources they remove all external artifacts that accompanied the
resource and subjected it to a complete scan before it recovers from
dimensional barrier shock."
I also checked security sensors external to the boomers and all beam
strength levels corresponds within the error margins of the sensors.
Only unit 14159C55 used the low level pain settings for it's energy
weapons and at the moment of it's destruction all other responding
boomers reset their energy weapons to standard power. Unit 14159C55
only fired five times before it was grappled by the humanoid and
destroyed.
Madigan halted her mouth open to speak as Quincy raised a hand and
turning back to the display and said "CONTINUE!"
Turning to the Display Madigan once again watched as the the
humanoid's form was suddenly surrounded by a glare it's covering
vanishing in an explosion, a dark cloud appearing that had the
characteristic of burning or vaporizing synthetic materials. She
watched and listened as the humanoid appeared from the cloud
screaming in pain as it continued it's trajectory only to land and
roll moaning to the feet of a group of four C55 boomers.
"PAUSE!"
Looking expectantly at Madigan, Quincy asked"How many energy weapons
was the Humanoid just hit with?" Replying quickly Madigan said at
least eight C55 mouth beams, all were set at 75% of that weapons
rated safe maximum.
"CONTINUE!"
Turning back to the display Madigan watched the now nude humanoid
suddenly rise it's moan changing to a low snarl of anger. An instant
later the humanoid vanished and the four boomers seemed to explode
heads and various limbs sailing from the explosion to strike several
approaching security units with precise blows that staggered and
slowed each.
"PAUSE!"
"REWIND TWO SECONDS PLAY ONE...!"
Speaking quickly and in a whisper Madigan said "Use the one tenth
setting." Quincy glanced at the woman and finished.
"TENTH NORMAL!"
Madigan completely familiar with what would happen in the "explosion"
instead carefully watched Quincy's face.
Quincy frowned as he realized that even played at ten times slower
than normal the humanoid was hard to follow moving like a sped up
video as it surged forward grabbing each arm of the C55 standing
closest to it. Quincy noted that it's back muscles didn't appear to
be under any undue strain as it jerked both arms from the boomer's
shoulders and after a quick glance around the research center it's
arms blurred tossing the still twitching arms toward distant targets.
Grabbing the arm less boomer near it's neck the humanoid put a fist
into it's chest and then popped it's head off seeming to slow for a
moment before sending the head in a blur across the room to bounce
off the forehead of another C55 readying it's mouth cannon.
Quincy blinked as he realized that one of the boomer's legs had been
rising in a kick, already dodged by the humanoid, with one hand still
buried in the decapitated boomer's chest it grab the still rising leg
separating the lower half at the knee and using it to spoil a shot
from another boomers even while positioning the torso to absorb fire
from the other three boomers chest and mouth weapons. Quincy watched
as the other three boomer faired as badly becoming shields or
projectiles. The humanoid was almost methodically in the way it
separated and used their head, arms and legs as projectiles to slow
or shake up the converging security forces.
"PAUSE!"
Madigan watched as a hunger seemed to fill her CEO's face and he
asked "What did the high resolution CAT, MRI and NRI's reveal about
the humanoids enhancement technology?" Madigan fought down the urge
to break eye contact and said "Nothing, as near as the imaging
technicians and other experts can tell the humanoid is not enhanced
by any method or technology known to our science."
The CAT, MRI and NRI along with a wide band Ultrasound revealed a
normal human male with no recognizable implant enhancements or
genetic modifications that deviate from the standard reference human
body type. The DNA analysis performed on a small amount of charred
hair and other tissue left in one of the blast doors indicates a
unmodified genetic pattern falling well within the normal eurasian
norms.
Taking a deep breath Madigan continued When the humanoid was
harvested the technicians started the standard procedure, but all
attempts to surgically implant a long range tracking device failed,
additional test were ordered and it was just after the Graviton mass
distribution scan that the humanoid recovered from the dimensional
barrier shock twenty hours earlier than any previous humanoid and
commenced it's escape.
All non-invasive test indicated a humanoid that falls at the upper
edge of the human scale it's lungs muscle and...
Interrupting Madigan, Quincy said with a frown"They never implanted a
tracking device?" Shaking her head Madigan replied the technicians
and surgeons could find no way to penetrate the humanoids skin and
all attempts to insert a device into a body cavity failed.
CHAPTER 01 WELL IT AN'T KANSAS
Bobby stared up from the edge of the roof of the skyscraper he stood
on unafraid of the seventy three floor drop mere inches from his bare
feet. His eyes were focused on the huge pyramid rising in the center
of the city, it more than anything convinced him he wasn't in his
home universe anymore.
He had regained his sense wearing a very ill fitting hospital gown
and rolling along on a gurney, he had first thought that the Chinese
had abducted him especially after he was attacked by those miniature
battle robots. Once escaping he had quickly discovered it wasn't
China next he had surmised it was the future and questioning a random
stranger had seemed to support that, but twenty-six years was just a
little quick to completely forget both Superman and the Ultraman
program, admittedly both were mostly an American thing, but
forgetting the aborted New Kryptonian invasion was a little much to
swallow.
A few days searching had finally netted him a public library and then
it had taken him an additional frustrating hour to learn how to use
the computer interface.
Once that was out of the way he had used three terminals to quickly
check up on the last forty years of history and that had shown him he
was nowhere near his home state of Kansas. Oh there was a Kansas in
this version of Earth, but not the one he had come from.
Hearing the sound of rotor blades Bobby glanced down and stepped back
from the edge of the building hiding in the meager cover provided by
the scrapers roof top support facilities. Five small choppers were
circling threading between this building and several others unaware
they were about forty stories below the target they were hunting.
Snuggling deeper into the alcove created by a large ventilation pipe
Bobby wondered what a "boomer" was. The biker outfit he had worn
into the library hadn't raised many eyebrows, nor had his lack of
skill with the computers. It had taken him nearly an hour but he had
finally managed to get one bored civil servant to give him a minimal
explanation of the computer interface and show him how to access the
help files.
He had been thankful for his ultraman memory enhancement as he
scanned the help files memorizing how to use the controls, and had
wondered briefly why the middle aged woman had pulled back at his
speed and quickly left muttering about boomers.
It was quite clear in his memory, but at the time it hadn't seemed
important like it hadn't seemed important the way the crowded library
had started to grow silent, especially after he had activated three
terminals and drove them to their limits speed reading newspaper
archives for the last forty years.
He hadn't really noticed a thing external to his info search until he
had heard several clicks of what had turned out to be 20mm pistols.
It had been his curiosity that had made him stand up when he heard
the harsh shout of "AD POLICE FREEZE!" he had wanted to see who the
police had cornered, it never entered his mind it might be him, well
not until the first small grenade had hit.
He was thankful the grenades had been so small back home the army had
found out in 2005 that a 30 or 40 mm shaped charge grenade could kill
a person with a 3 SA enhancement, if it got a solid hit at the
optimum angle. There was no two ways about it he had been blessed in
several respects. First off only two grenades had hit him and both
had been glancing shots with the small shaped charge mostly missing.
The Pistols were also all single shot weapons and while the three
officers had had five others covering them they had only been armed
with the same 20 mm pistols firing those small slow grenades.
He had recovered while the first three had their heads down reloading
and the other five were waiting to regain a target. Once he had
gotten on his feet it hadn't taken him long to disarm and disable all
eight officers. They had all been terrified when he had passed
unharmed through the grenade barrage by dodging or slapping the
shells aside.
It had actually shocked the officers and oddly several had seemed
almost thankful when he had only disarmed them and immobilized them
with a broken leg and a knot of power cabling, well one of the plain
cloths detectives wasn't thankful that one had been madder than the
proverbial wet hen after he had stripped him out of his street
cloths. It was only fair those grenades had destroyed the cloths he
had been wearing and it had taken him two days to get mugged by the
proper sized fellow to get the comfortable outfit he had been
wearing, the guy should have been thankful he hadn't even broke his
leg.
Listening to the choppers Bobby mulled over the fight, it was odd
those police officers had been sure they were facing a "boomer" and
just as sure it would kill them given the chance.
That was strange if a boomer was so fearsome why were they armed with
such primitive popguns given the technology they should have had at
least one tripod mounted 40 mm grenade firing machine gun. The same
with those small helicopter they only mounted a couple of laser
guided missiles and a 20 mm chain gun.
Shrugging his shoulders at the oddities of an alien universe he
started emptying the small backpack of the assorted weapons and
ammunition he had taken from the officers he picked up one of the 20
mm grenade pistols and started to methodically study and disassemble
it.
howard melton
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