From: N020BA@tamvm1.tamu.edu (N020BA@tamvm1.tamu.edu) Subject: Rescue of Julie-Complete Story5 Newsgroups: alt.barney.dinosaur.die.die.die Date: 1993-11-23 03:35:29 PST Rescue of Julie-Part 1 Julie walked out of her house, clad in sweats and running shoes. Her Tarus 9mm and a clip hung from a shoulder holster. She swept the street, finding no danger. She was glad to be home from the conference. The excercise suit and shoes were more comfortable than conference garb of skirted suit and heels. Now she started her run. After mile's run, she noticed a purple and green van following her. She activated he Solar Ishtari mind training, and the van's aura apppeared. It was purple and green. B'harne agents. The van accelerated, pulling up rapidly beside her. The door opened and several Sponge-Minions jumped out, followed by several creatures resembling biped ceratopsian dinosaurs. Julie's weapon spoke and several Sponge-Minions fell. The ceratopsian bi- peds continued to advance, requiring several bullets to stop each one. Julie's first clip expired and she rapidly inserted the other. Some of the ceratopsian creatures, Sponge-Boppers, still advanced. She exposed her wrist, revealing a sign. The sign was six stars arranged in an equilateral triangle. Inside the triangle, a seventh star rose over the likeness of an avian biped. The Sponge-Bops reacted. Some flung themselves on the ground and moaned. Others covered thier eyes and stood still. The Elder sign had worked, at least on the Sponge-Bops. But there were humans in van and the Elder Sign did not affect them. One fired a dart gun and Julie fell in a heap. The surviving B'harne min- nions loaded Julie's limp form into the van and drove to Los Angeles International airport. ***************************************************** At the Jihad War Room, a red phone rang. An officer answered it. After a short conversation a klaxon blared and red lights came on. The High Prophet and his staff conferred in sheilded room. On the wall behind him were six stars formed into a equilateral triangle. Inside the triangle was a sword surmounted by a seventh star. Other commanders were there, representing groups allied with the Jihad. "This is an outrage!" shouted the general of the Knights of the Raptor. "We were sworn to protect the Madhi!" His uniform shoulder patches had symbols like those on the wall, only the sword was replaced by a veloci- raptor claw poised to strike. "You have done your duty." replied the High Prophet. "I am outraged and share you pain. We must act, but with wisdom." "I agree." said Sol Prime, leader of the Solar Ishtari. The High Propher paused. The thought of Julie, lovely and virtous Mahdi, in the foul paws of B'harne, was sickening. "We will destroy B'harne totally." said the High Prophet. "But Julie must be rescued as well. We shall do both." Resue of Julie-Part 2 A tone sounded. The High Prophet pushed a button on a speaker. "We have a good fix on the Madhi, sir." said the voice. "Her subetheric tracer is working, and B'harne hasn't detected it." The High Prophet turned to his allies and said, "Let's go to the war room." The people went into the war room. On a large wall-mounted video display was a map of the US. A red airplane symbol moved, with a red line trailing (showing its past track) and yellow line (showing predicted position) lead- ing. Dotted red and yellow lines indicated error in the position estimates. "We got a better fix from the sensor aircraft and low orbit ferret satell- ites." said the chief electronic engineer of the Jihad. "The're heading to Innsmouth, MA." The assembled gasped. Was Lovecraft right? Was the Jihad's code name for the purple pervert dino, B'harne, indicative of a deeper, darker reality? "Are you certain?" asked Sol Prime. "The FAA computers say they filed a flight plan listing Innsmouth as thier destination." replied the man. "Can you scan the Innsmouth area?" said the High Prophet. "No probelm." said the engineer. He punched in commands. "The radar recon sat will be coming over shortly." "Will the sat have enough fuel?" asked the High Prophet. "With all due respect, sir, it's the Madhi." replied the head engineer. "Sats can be replaced, she can't." The screen changed as the radar sat came into range. The picture was rough at first, but firmed up as the signal processors enhanced it. "A pentagram." said Sol Prime. "A subetheric energy concentrator." "The vertices are Innsmouth, Arkham, Salem, Hyannisport and Chappa- quiddick." said the High Prophet. "They imported rock from England, dug out tunnels and arranged it into a pentagram." said the head engineer. "Photo sat will pass over in ten minutes." Rescue of Julie-Part 3 The asselmebed group was grave. A screen inside the the Jihad conference room flowed with images. "Our basic plan is to knock out the pentagram defense and rush in." said the High Prophet. "How do you break the pentagram?" asked someone. "It's underground." "With the Sky Needles." said the head enginneer. "We drop a shower of steel rods from orbit. The're radar-stealthed. Also, I'll bring them in on a meteoric trajectory and manveur thenm at the last minute to stike. B'harne will never know what hit him." "You mean the're manveurable?" asked another. "Not ballistic?" "True." replied the engineer. "By the time B'harne's computers figure out that the're not meteors, it'll be too late." "Ok." said a second questioner. "I belive the part about the pentagram bust- ing. But what about those creatures we saw in the reconsat pictures-the Plush-goths?" "The special team from Isla Nubar will handle them." answered Kressja. "A B'harne agent sabotaged thier computers. They've got a score to settle." "How about the magical side?" asked a third. "The Solar Ishtari will handle them." replied Sol Prime, head of the order. We are stronger than B'harne, and know him too well. Our ancient enemy is he. I will confront him personally and destroy him." A hush descended over the room. Sol Prime's words were cold. "Any questions?" asked the High Prophet. A long pause. "Ok, let's get to it." ******************************************************* Several Galaxy cargo planes landed at the Jihad base and taxied into a high- security hanger. Once inside the ramps were lowered and forklifts moved the cages out. A few curious workers approached the smaller cages. They drew back when blood- curdling avian screams sounded from the cages. "Steady." came a voice with an English accent. "The girls are touchy." "They remind me of a certain First Lady." said a worker. Some of the others chuckled. A teen-aged girl in a blue dress and white leotards walked over and intro- duced herself. An electric cart full of electronic equipment followed. "How are you going to put those helmets on the girls?" asked the English- man. "Watch." said the young woman. She walked over to the cages. This time no attack screams came. She put her hands on the cages and chanted softly. "Open a cages." she said. "What?" said the Britisher. "Are you crazy?" "Do it." she said gently. A worker raised the gate. The animals stayed put. "Come here." she said. Several large velociraptors meekly walked out. They stood still while the workers fitted the virtual reality helmets to them. Then she did the same to the Tyrannosaurus Rex's. They submitted meekly, just like the 'raptors. "The Jihad has some power." said the Brit. "I say good. I hope B'harne dies a painful death. His agents caused two 'raptors and three men to die." "We'll get him." said the woman. "He'll die." Rescue of Julie-Part 4 The aircraft landed at the Innsmouth airport. B'harne's minions escorted Julie to a waiting black limo. It drove away, disappearing in the New England hills. The car's stereo played "Weekend in New England" as they drove. "Barry is one of the master's favorite artists." said an MIB. Julie blanched. "So where are we?" she asked. "Innsmouth, MA." said another. "You will have the honor of seeing B'harne in his fully glory. Few are so honored." The car drove on and came to a hill. The side of the hill slide open and they drove in. Daylight faded, replaced by lampglow. The car slowed and drove into an elevator. Motors whined as the elevator descended into the earth. Then the elevator stopped and the doors opened. Juile saw a vast cavern decorated with symbols or two legged purple and green octopi. White, green and purple lights illuminated the cave. The MIB's released Julie's bonds and motioned her to follow. "We will now have audience with Lord B'harne." one said. "After that, you will be incorporated." Julie tried run, but the MIB's grabbed her. "Resistance is useless." they droned. "You will will be incorporated." Julie stopped her struggle. It was only a diversion anyway. She and the B'haren minions walked to a staircase. It lead to a throne, and upon that throne sat a hideous creature. Its body was barrel-shaped, with two legs coming out from the bottom part. A deformed humaniod head was atop the barrel-body, and tentacles issued from the waist. The colors were a sick- ening mixture of slimy green shades and nauseating purple tones. "So this what you look like." said Julie. "I use my dinosaur form to subvert humans." said B'harne. "I prefer to be myself at home." "What do you want?" asked Julie. "Refreshing." said B'harne. "Would that my minions be so direct!" "It won't be easy." she said defiantly. "I'll fight." "Of course." said B'harne. "It will make incorporating you so much more pleasing." He snickered. "But enough nattering." he said. "Give me the amulet." Julie laughed scornfully. "Give it up or I will take it by force." warned B'harne. "Go ahead, Purple Lard Face." said Julie. "Make my day!" "Guards!" said B'harne."Strip her and remove the amulet." Several guards moved toward Julie. She stood there with arms crossed and laughed. "Insolent wench." snarled B'harne. "I will teach you respect!" Julie gave B'harne a Bronx cheer. One of guards touched Julie. A invisble hand shoved him back. Then lighting arced from Juile's head and incinerated all the guards. More rushed to replace them, but they stayed back. "A Solar Ishtari protection spell." said B'harne. "How clever. My comp- liments to Sol Prime. But spells can be countered, given time." He paused. "Take her to her quarters and give her food. In six hours bring her to my private rooms.See that she is properly attired before coming." A minion escorted Julie to her quarters. When they arrived, he came inside and showed her a closet. "Your clothes are in there." he said. "Someone will return in six hours to escort to Lord B'harne. Be dressed and ready." After the minion left, Julie opened the closet and looked at the clothes. The outfit was quite simple-a white dress with mid-calf skirt and mid-heel white patent leather pumps. She'd expected a skimpy outfit. Julie looked at the dress more closely, and then realized what was strange. The garments were a replica of her Jihad dress uniform, only without the decorations and custom tailoring. B'harne wasn't stupid. ******************************************************************* The High Prophet fumed. He wanted to attack B'harne now. The thought of what that creature would do the lovely, virtuous Mahdi angered him. But the eng- ineers had told him that it would take time to bring the Sky Needles in on a deceptive trajectory. And that was Julie's only hope. He decided to do something different. He called up scenes of Elm Street in Dallas on that fateful day in 1963.Then he told the computer to scan for B'harne forms. The machine did so. The machine bleeped and flashed him a picture. There, on the grassy knoll, it was. A familiar purple and green form, firing a rifle. The High Prophet smiled. The mystery was solved. Another reason to destroyed B'harne. He looked at the clock. Five hours and fifty mintues to Sky Needle impact. Rescue of Julie-Part 5 The High Prophet looked at the command display inside his battlesuit. The timer read 10:00, ten minutes to Sky Needle impact. He queried the engineers. "Trajectory nominal" was the reply. He talked to the computer, and it displayed the positions of all the units. They were in place and ready. He'd sent the evidence of B'harne invovlement in the JFK murder to the FBI. He hoped they'd take it and run. He walked over to a tank and looked at a symbol on the turret. It was six stars formed into an equilateral triangle. Inside the triangle was a charging triceratops, head held horizontal. A seventh star was above the neck frill. The Ceratopsian Guard symbol. The Guard was the armoured division of the Jihad. He rapped on the turret and a head emerged. He saluted the man and walked on. *************************************************************************** Julie looked at her watch. It was getting near to the time to meet B'harne. She thought of refusing to go, but then thought of a ruse-perhaps she could kill B'harne by stabbing him with a shoe heel in the throat. But a small inner voice bade her reconsider. She sat down and thought. First, the outfit was quite modest-both dress and shoes. Second, B'harne was not human, despite some anthropoid features. His upright stance could be for freeing his tentacles for tool use. Third, he had magical powers. The Solar Ishtari protection amulet could not be removed by force-only by the wearer or with the wearer's consent. Julie drew three deep breaths, starting the mental preparation taught by the Solar Ishtari. She closed her eyes, activating the magic perception. A non-mage, if trained, can percieve magic. She walked to the closet and opened it. She sensed the dress, finding it made of fine silk. At least B'harne had taste. It glowed with a strange but dim peach and saffron light. Next, she turned to the shoes. They looked like like ordinary leather, except for a yellow and saffron glow coming from the tongue of the shoes. She opened her eyes and found a small ornament she'd missed earlier. Clever, aren't you B'harne, she thought. Playing on my feminine sensibil- ities, hoping I'd jump at the chance to wear silk. Plus knowing that many women, at one time or another, wear dress shoes with bows or other ornaments. The ornament carried a combination psionic and sympathetic spell. As soon as I'd stepped into the shoes, you'd have my mind controlled. Clever, clever, clever. ************************************************************************* "Thirty secs to impact." said a voice on the High Prophet's battlesuit radio. Suddenly the ground shook with tremors. Sonic booms split the air as B'harne's air defense railguns fired. "Steady." said the chief engineer. "It's too late now." White lines crisscrossed the sky as interceptor missiles followed the rail- gun projectiles. The railguns fired again, and several white blooms told of sucessfull intercepts. "10 seconds to impact." came a voice. "9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1--Impact!" Gouts of steam, smoke and liquified soil erupted skyward. Shimmering waves of heat appeared, warping the landscape into weird forms. The needles plunged in and found the pentagram rocks, melting and shattering them. "Pentagram destroyed." said the chief engineer. "Attack!" said the High Prophet. Ceratopsian Guard heavy tanks fired. Missile tanks fired. The shells and missiles struck a hillside, scooping out a huge pit and revealing an equally huge door. The armour fired again, destroying the door. Giant creatures the size of elephants came out the door. They were masses of purple and green slimy protoplasm. But they moved very fast, forming and extending psuedopods quickly. Several large armoured carriers opened up. Tyrannosaurs (T. Rex) dashed from some, while Utahraptors charged from others, while two different species of velociraptors leaped from others. All wore flexible armour and virtual reality helmets. Rescue of Julie-Part 6 The dinosaurs charged the Plush-goths. The deep bellows of the tyrannosaurs mixed with avian cries of the 'raptors to make a strange music. The T. Rex's ran like horses, graceful despite thier bulk. Their teeth gouged out wounds a yard long and a foot long and deep. The 'raptors attacked, their sickle claws tearing large gashes in the slimy tissue of the Plush-goths. Greenish-yellow fluid gushed from the wounds and a sickening stench filled the air. Soon the creatures were dead. The dinosaurs moved fell back, and Ceratop- sian Guard armour surged forward. "Send the smaller 'raptors to find Julie." said the High Prophet into his battlesuit mike. "Take the heavy stuff and find the main chamber where B'har- ne is. Secure and wait for Sol Prime. "The speaker responded in the affirma- tive. The High Prophet ran off to join a group of Raptor Knights. The tactical display changed and moved, updated by data from the 'raptor scouts, sensor scans and other commander's reports. ************************************************************************* Julie threw herself onto the floor when she heard the rumble. The room shook and the lights failed. Then the emergency lights came on. She smilied. The High Prophet was acting. The door came open and the guard walked in. Seeing that she was unhurt, he closed the door and went outside. He would wait for orders. The velociraptor named Hillary sniffed the floor. She moved forward and the smell intensified. She ran on, tracing a path through the corridors of B'harne's complex. The virtual reality helmet showed her how to operate ele- vators. Then she saw a guard. She dropped into a stalk, closing in like a cat. When she was near enough, she leapt, slashing the man with her claws. He screamed and lay still. She turned her head to the door. The Julie scent trail led to a point behind the door. But she stood still, obeying a command from her master. Julie heard an avian scream, a tussle and then a human cry. She smilied again. Then a voice boomed out- "Julie, this is Kressja. Are you there?" "Inside this room." she shouted. "Try the door." The virtual reality helment presented a series of images to Hillary. She stepped forward and opened the door. It opened. "Follow this 'raptor." said a voice coming from a helmet on the dinosaur's head. She nodded and followed the 'raptor, pausing to get the guard's weapons. They moved thru several corridorsand soon came upon a man wearing a Raptor Knights uniform. He dropped to one knee when he saw Julie. "Are you hurt, milady?" he asked. She said no. The knight, Julie and the 'raptor ran on, coming to a large chamber hewn out of the living rock. They were halfway across thecavern when the 'raptor threw itself flat, whining and crying in terror. Julie and the knight looked up and saw the cause of the dinosaur's terror. It was a horned creature with batlike wings. It was colored in sickly brown, green and purple. Its tail had three stings, and its hands were clawed. It roseup, spreading its wings. "A Plush-rog." said Julie. The knight raised his weapon. The Plush-rog fired a stream of plasma and white-hot darts at them. Rescue of Julie-Part 7 A faint sun-yellow glow appeared between the Plush-Rog and the three Jih- addi (Julie, a Raptor Knight and Hillary the velociraptor). The plasma and projectiles struck the glow and rebounded. Julie turned and saw a man in a black uniform. On the right shoulder was a golden sunburst with an equilateral triangle inside. "Begone, foul demon of sponge!" said Solar Warrior. "You molest those who are your betters." "Insolent little insect!" boomed the Plush-Rog. "These people seek to thwart the reign of the great B'harne. This is his planet." "The Earth belongs to humans." replied Solar Warrior. "The Elder Gods have so decreed." "The Elder Gods!" sneered the Plush-Rog. "Weak, stupid fools. If they are so powerful, why did they not destroy us instead of casting us out? Answer me that , Sun Worshipper!" "Can one so foul comphrend compassion?" replied Solar Warrior. "Do not ridi- cule compassion. It saved even you and you evil companions." The Plush-Rog laughed with contempt. "Compassion is for the weak and stupid!" it roared. "Then know that the Elder Gods and the Solar Ishtari will destroy B'harne and his minions. They shall learn about compassion by have it taken from them." The Plush-Rog roared with rage. He dropped upon Solar Warrior like a hawk on a mouse. Solar Warrior thrust him back with a telekinetic (TK) burst. The battle was vigorous. Plasma and particle beams flew like arrows, each a rapier. The cavern was lit with multicolored flashes. Waves of heat distorted vision. Booms and crackles filled the air. The Plush-Rog dodged a particle beam and plasma burst from Solar Warrior. The shafts struck the cavern roof, creating a large glob of molten rock. Solar War- rior applied TK to the glob, and the molten rock fell on the Plush-Rog. Smoke billowed as the creature's flesh burned. The Plush-Rog screamed in agony. Solar Warrior fired another particle beam, more out of mercy than tactical considerations. The Plush-Rog vaporized. Solar Warrior and the other Jihaddi left the cave. ****************************************************************************** The Jihad forces breached the walls of B'harne's main hall. Soldiers and vech- ciles poured in, surrounding B'harne's dais. Then Sol Prime, leader of the Solar Ishtari, approached the throne. "We meet again, B'harne." he said. "Evidently you have not learned." "But I have, Sol." replied B'harne. "That you and the Elder Gods are weak. Also that you are thier servant." "The Solar Ishtari serve none but the Lords of the Utter West." replied Sol Prime. "And we do so with free will, unlike your minions." "Shall we banter philosophy?" sneered B'harne. "Have you come to cast me out?" "No." declared Sol Prime. "I will destroy you." B'harne roared with laughter. "Such poor humor!" sneered B'harne. He fired a massive burst of energy. Sol Prime deflected it with ease. He approached B'harne slowly. The creat- ure kept firing at Sol Prime, each burst becoming more desparate and powerful. But none of them stopped Sol Prime and he stood in front of B'harne. "You are ended." he said. There a was a flash and boom. A pile of greasy ashes now stood where B'harne once was. Sol Prime turned and cried -- "B'harne is dead!" Shouts and cheers rose from the assembled Jihaddi. Someone began a song- "Ding dong, the B'harne's dead, the B'harne's dead, the B'harne's dead. Ding dong, the wicked B'harne's dead." &&&&&&&&&& THE END &&&&&&&&&&&& Epilogue: With B'harne's passing, the hated PBS show's ratings plummeted. It was replaced by a show documenting real dinosaur research. It was hosted by Sam Neil and Laura Dern, with Robert Bakker and Gregory Paul being frequent guests. It was funded by the Spielburg Institute.