What's been happening so far…
Thanks to interference from Q, the Borg have gained Slider technology to spread themselves though many different parallel universes, but all starting from Earth. The current universe that this story is about is centered on a planet Earth which has been taken over by Ape hybrids. With the downfall of Human civilization and most forms of technology, men such as the Road Warrior Max Rockatansky have had to survive deep in the wastelands fighting everyone and everything.
The time-lord known as the Doctor, along with his companions, the huntress Leela and the Immortal boy Kenny, had gone to another parallel universe in order to recruit Robocop to fight the drones. In addition to the cyborg police officer, they were abruptly joined by news cameraman Edison Carter and his electronic copy, Max Headroom. The fourth person in the group was actually a felon known as Pudface Morgan.
The self-proclaimed all-powerful being known as Q had recruited aid in another parallel universe from a mutant lion-man known as Vincent, who, thanks to time travel, was revealed to be related to Elisa Maza, a companion to the Gargoyles. The Gargoyles and Elisa had also been contacted through time and brought to fight the Borg.
Max Rockatansky has agreed to work for Aunty Entity to help her fight against the Apes and is currently leading a scouting party with Jedediah the pilot and the son of Crocodile Dundee.
As for the Apes, they pretty much want to crush everybody else down. But the Borg are a little out of their league. So on with the story.
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Chapter 4
Keeping the horses at a good gait, Spur, a genetically modified Chimpanzee, concentrated on how he was going to best present this disastrous development to his superior, Ogre. He had lost four Gorillas under his command while he himself was returning unharmed because he had run away. True, the odds had been overwhelmingly stacked against him, but Ogre didn't always consider that to be a deciding factor. He could already feel the accusing glares of mates and young of those he had left behind which did nothing to lighten his mood.
His sole remaining companion, Hawk, a young Gorilla, had rode next to him for fifteen minutes now, after the Chimpanzee had finally threatened him with staking the youngster onto an ant hill if he didn't stop his whimpering and let him think.
Using that quiet time of riding in the saddle, Spur reflected on the things Ogre would want to know first; 'how' and 'where' they had been defeated. Then he tried focusing on the 'what' which had defeated them. There had been about over a dozen Humans and Baboons all wearing black and sporting unusual, but horribly effective, weaponry. Just what kind of weaponry, Spur couldn't even begin to guess.
His best guess as to who might be leading them was the one tall Human-like man that was in front of the others. But unlike the others, this man had a strange circular ridge on his forehead and seemed to have scales for skin showing on his neck. Spur's hackles raised at the very thought of the unnatural creature. Having never heard of a Cardassian, the young Chimpanzee had no concept as to just how alien the scale-skinned creature was.
Riding close behind him, Hawk held onto a rope connected to the remaining horses. Shortly after getting away and establishing that they were not being followed - at least not closely – they had stopped and tied the horses to each other so that they could follow behind in a line. Hawk was good with horses. They were one of the few joys of his life and one of main reasons he chose to try join Ogre's troops and ride rather than be a guard at home who just marched around all day.
As Hawk contemplated recent events with the attack by joint Human/Baboon attack, he realized suddenly that he had had his first real brush with an enemy and he hadn't fought at all. One second the young Gorilla had been watching the others spread out to search the small cluster of homes while he absently tended to the horses, and the next thing he knew he saw Shark get struck with something bright, causing him to fall senselessly to the ground. The other Gorillas had howled out in anger and indignation, firing their rifles at the intruders who were stepping slowly out from the houses they had been inside, heedless of the weapons being fired on them.
He had wanted to doubt his senses, but there had been some kind of unseen barrier around the bodies of the attackers that seemed to block the Apes bullets. As he had continued to watch, Dingo fell next, and Hawk found he could only watch in growing terror as the newcomers stepped closer towards himself. There may have been three hundred feet between Hawk and them and yet in that moment they seemed almost on top of him. It was only when a black mare near him had been struck by one of the bright rays of light and fallen on the ground that Hawk found he could move. And move he did, leaping up onto Shark's horse and kicking his heels hard into the mare's sides with a much quicker precision than Ogre had ever been able to get him to do during practice drills.
It had been only dumb luck that he had kept hold of the reigns of the remaining horses as he rushed them away. And fortunately, he had got some of his wits back enough to swing by and pick off Spur before leaving the hideous little cluster of houses behind him. He needed someone to explain to him what was going on and what to do next.
"Spur?"
Spur let out an aggravated sigh. "What?" he snapped.
"What kind of weapons were those?"
The Chimpanzee frowned, not knowing the answer. "Perhaps it's some experimental weapon that the Humans had from before, when they were in power." Before Hawk could ask any more frustrating questions, he added, "Ogre may know. Let's save that question for him." He was pretty sure that Ogre would never have heard of such a weapon, but that was something that he didn't want to discuss with Hawk.
Spur's focus was on getting to Ogre became more intense thanks to Hawk's few words so he encouraged his horse to go at a faster pace. Behind him he could hear Hawk following his example of speeding up while pulling the string of horses behind him along.
From out of the tree line area a hundred yards ahead of them, something massive and gray charged out of the brush and ran straight towards them. Spur made a grab for his rifle, but his horse suddenly reared on its back two feet. Spur barely caught hold of the mane as the bridle had already fallen out of his fingers. Out of the side of his eye he could see Hawk trying to control the other horses, which had become skittish. As the horse kept rearing in terror, Spur became more and more concerned with his situation, as the gray creature loomed closer. As the horse reared again, Spur's head collided with the back of the horse's head causing his hands to momentarily loosen their grip on the horse's mane.
The sky seemed to swirl around him as he slid down the horse side. The ground hit him hard causing him to gasp for breath. As his consciousness cleared, he rolled over with a groan. His horse was running off down the trail and at the moment Spur was glad because otherwise he was sure that he might have shot the dumb beast. Thinking of his rifle, the stunned Chimpanzee padded the ground near him in case his weapon had happen to land near him.
Somewhere behind him he could hear Hawk shouting to him, but he could not comprehend what he was saying. He started to pull himself slowly up when he noticed something moving beside him. Glancing over, he was just able to make out the shape of a large thin shape darting towards him before he felt a sharp stabbing pain in his wrist. A snake!
He cried out in pain but still had the enough sense to grab at the legless reptile with his other hand and pull it off. The large snake was clamped onto his wrist and seemed unwilling to let go. Spur's Chimpanzee instincts took over and the hybrid humanoid began biting into the body of the snake with his incisors while he rolled on the ground trying to dislodge his attacker.
Finally, in a mighty pull the snake came free and Spur hurled the creature with all his might at a nearby bolder where it left a bloody splatter that some passersby might later mistake for a type of 'Modern Art' that had been popular among the Humans at one time.
Sitting in an upright position, Spur began sucking at the poison in his arm in hopes that the bite might not prove fatal. As he sat there wondering whether or not he was going to survive, the large gray beast trotted up the last few yards and then sat there looking at him.
Spur spat out a mouthful of poison and starred in wonder at the massive creature before him. It looked like a cross between a rhinoceros and a large dog; perhaps it was even one of those Tasmanian Devils that Humans that thought extinct. The snake-bit Chimpanzee could reach no conclusions on those thoughts, as his mind seemed to be giving into shock due to the venom. In the distance he thought he could hear voices shouting, however when he tried to look the scenery seemed to swim before him. The gray creature came closer and sniffed at him, sneezed, and then seemed to whine in a canine manner. It's a dog after all, Spur managed to think to himself before falling over and letting the darkness take him.
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Edison Carter groaned as sensations returned to him. The first thing he felt was the feet of some small lizard quickly moving off his face. With more effort than it should have taken, Edison Carter rubbed his face where the small lizard had stood. The sun was high overhead and feeling quite hot. Realizing he would either have to do something to find some shade or roast in the sun and allow the little lizard and all its friends to eat a sun-toasted meal later. He chose to sit up and look for shade.
His mouth had a strange metallic taste causing him to reflexively wipe it. As he looked around what he first saw made him gag. In the shade of a nearby tree, the Doctor was frantically working over the torso of Delta City's most dedicated office, Robocop. Both legs had been blasted off- one at the knee and the other closer to the hip. He had also lost his right arm at the elbow. The chest armor also showed some blast marks but did not seem to have penetrated.
"What-what are you doing? What happened?"
The Doctor glanced back at the reporter. "Good. You're up. Hurry over here. I'll need your help if I'm going to be able to save him."
Edison tried getting to his feet, but failed due to the sudden whirling of the planet. Staying on his hands and knees he managed to scramble over to the Doctor's side in surprisingly good time all things considered. He had managed to bang his knee into a projecting rock along the way, however, but this seemed to help restore his senses and didn't slow him much.
"Now what-" Edison stopped in stunned silence. On the other side of cyborg police officer's body laid another type of cyborg that fit the description that the Doctor had given them about the Borg. This one leaked a white blood-like substance from its head where something had struck it.
"I'm going to have to operate."
Edison's head snapped back to the Doctor. "I thought you said you weren't that type of doctor?"
"I'm not!" he snapped. "But I am very versatile in many fields. Robotics and Cybernetics just happens to be two of them." The Doctor quickly wound his scarf around his neck a few times and then tied the two ends behind him so that they would not get in the way.
"Put these on," instructed the Doctor as he handed Edison a pair of plastic gloves usually used by physicians and nurses.
"But he's not bleeding."
"It's not for blood, it's to keep the nanites in the drone's body from infecting us accidentally."
"The drone's body? I thought you were going to save Robocop?"
The Doctor groaned in exasperation. "The drone's body is hopefully going to supply a means of restoring Robocop's life support."
Edison blinked as realization hit him. "Oh, right. Let's get on it."
The 'operation' could have taken fifteen minutes or it could have been an hour. Edison lost all track of time and could not tell. The Doctor would ask him to lift a lid on the drone or Robocop, put certain wires together, or find where the Doctor had last put down his sonic screwdriver. The only reason that he thought Robocop was still alive was the Doctor's steadfast determination as well as the occasional jerking of the cyborg's body. He did the best he could to ignore the other three drone bodies that littered the clearing that they were in. A part of him wondered where the others had gone but decided now was not the best time to press the Doctor about such things. Robocop's life was on the line and he was also their best defense.
"Well, that does it then," commented the Doctor as he closed the last cover on Robocop's chest.
"So… he'll live?"
"What? Oh yes," said the Doctor. "I had him stabilized shortly after we had begun."
"But… then what took so long?"
"Since I had him open and available, I thought I'd borrow a few of the Borg devices and upgrade Robocop's abilities. Shielding, sensors. He definitely needed new legs and an arm."
Edison tried not to get upset. Instead, he brushed off his clothes the best that he could. "Well, if you could spare a moment now, could you tell me what happen here?"
The Doctor was already on the move down the path, but did call back an answer. "We were attacked. You were immediately stunned so that's why you have no recollection of it. Come along. We have other things to check on."
Edison hurried after the strange man who was now readjusting his scarf while walking. "I've already figured that out. But what happened to the others…" His voice trailed off as he saw the Doctor step over Kenny's prone body. "Oh my word!" He hurried over to the boy's side, but the child was still. "He's dead." A horrible burn mark marred the chest of the young lad. Three feet away the boy's machete was embedded in the eye socket of a female alien drone.
"He'll get better," responded the Doctor offhandedly. "But I think you might be more interested in this just now."
"What are you talking about…" Kenny's lifeless hand fell from his as he saw what the time-lord was talking about. Edison's feet felt like they were walking though quicksand, and yet he still managed to make it to the Doctor's side.
"Looks like someone used it as a club," spoke the Doctor. Three nearby damaged drones seemed to attest to this fact. The fact that the object in question seemed to be partially imbedded in yet another drone at their feet finalized it.
His news camera looked to be damaged and not working. Ordinarily, this would just be devastating to Edison as he lived to get the news for the public. However, this news camera was also the last place his electronic doppelganger, Max Headroom, had taken up residence in when Edison had boarded the TARDIS. In this wasteland setting, there were no television or computer services for Max to jump into like he normally did. Since their arrival here, Max had been trapped inside the news camera, leaving the digital clone feeling trapped and vulnerable. And now with the news camera damaged, possibly deleted.
"Max!" Edison frantically called out. He reached down and began pulling on the damaged news camera in an attempt to free it.
"Max! Speak to me!" he shouted as he pulled on the news camera yet again. A power surge went through the camera as some of the drone's internal circuitry touched it.
"Wh-wh-what is it now, Ed-Ed-Edison-on-on?" came the familiar voice.
Edison jumped back. Max's voice was not coming from the camera.
"Max?"
"Yes-es. What is it-t-t already?" spoke the prone drone, who was looking at them.
"Oh, what an interesting development!" stated the Doctor happily. Edison hit the Doctor smartly on the shoulder than turned back to… Max?
"He-e-ey, when did I-I-I get all 3-D-D-D?" holding up his left arm so that he could examine it.
"Amazing!" remarked the Doctor. "In an attempt to preserve himself, Max must have leaped into the nearest compatible circuitry. And since the Borg make themselves compatible to everything they can, that nearest circuity was this damaged drone."
"I-I-I remember-er now!" spoke the drone with Max's familiar electronic stutter. "Th-th-that villain, Pudface! He picked-ed up the news camera-ra with me in it up-up-up and used me-e-e as a-a club." The drone sat up and lifted the Channel 23 news camera off the body he inhabited. "I protest-tested but he-he just kept yelling-ing and hitting me-e against the cyber creeps-ps." He pantomimed the motion of using the news camera as a club with his left hand, but instead of hitting anything, it fell from his fingers. "Butter-f-f-fingers," Max commented to his hand. "Not used-d-d to having one-one of those-se," he explained sheepishly as he took a closer look at his hand.
"Better than what you could have done with your other 'hand'," commented the Doctor while bending down to examine the damage to the drone's body.
Max lifted up his other arm which had a large encumbering prosthesis attached to it. "What's this-s for-or?" he asked. A blast from the end of the appendage leapt past Edison's head and burned a hole through the branches of some of the nearby trees.
"Let's cover a few other things first, shall we?" the Doctor said as he motioned for Max to point the arm away from them. "I think that I have the answer for Max's continued existence here," spoke the time-lord. "Evidently, when Pudface was using the camera as a club, he managed to get a lucky shot and damaged some of the components the Borg use to interface their Borg Collective." The time-lord regarded the newly repossessed drone. "Max, are there any other beings or memories in there with you?"
"It's all-ll-ll wide open-en spaces in-in here. You-you-you could put-ut the Grand Canyon-yon in here and-and-and have problems finding it-it."
"Hmm, that must mean that the damage erased the drone's collective memory as well. There must be a basic system running the most functions for now." He looked up at Max's eyes, one electronic, one organic. "It might prove dangerous, but are you willing to stay in there for now?"
Max looked down at the damaged news camera. "I don't-n't really have-ve much choice-choice."
A sound alerted them as Leela came running into view. Quick explanations by the Doctor made her understand Max Headroom's new situation. "I was unable to retrieve Pudface," she said.
After the battle with the drones, the leather-clad warrior had spotted Pudface running over a distant hill in an attempt to abandon them. In her anger she resolved to hunt him down.
"Unfortunately, he lost me at a stream for a while. By the time I had found his trail again, it showed that a large number of people on horses were after him."
"You could tell that the horses were being ridden just by looking at their tracks?" Edison said, impressed.
"In my travels I have noted that horses being ridden leave a different type of trail and not as heavy. Besides, they had horseshoes on. That means someone cares for them."
"Sounds right to me," came a voice from behind Edison. Edison turned to see Kenny walking toward them, wiping his machete blade with a handful of dry grass.
"But you-you were dead!" exclaimed Edison. "I saw you!"
Kenny chuckled as he walked past Edison, staying clear of the active drone. Edison could clearly see the burn marks on the child's clothing, but the flesh underneath seemed to be undamaged. "Boy, these reporters sure are observant. Someone want to fill me in on what happened after I died?"
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The mule under Max Rockatansky jolted him as it progressed along the rocky riverbanks. He knew that the creature did this intentionally but chose to ignore it. To kick it or hit it would only aggravate the ornery creature more. Personally, Max was rather grateful to the mule that bore him. It had managed to bite Jedediah twice, as well as step on his foot and kick him in the side. Max always appreciated animals that were good judges of character.
"Hey there," spoke up Jedediah, who was walking just ahead of Max. "We's got company."
Max tilted his hat up to look. He had been resting as much as he could after the earlier rough encounter and was just letting the others lead him to where they were going. He took out a strip of rabbit jerky from his pocket and bit into it while watching Pig Killer run up.
"Found something," he shouted to the men riding and walking with Max. The ex-cop winced. Some of the other men began pressing Pig Killer for news but he headed straight for Max. "You gotta see this!" he said excitedly.
"Quiet." Max spoke solemnly and every ear stained to hear him. "We are moving in enemy territory. If Apes don't know that we are coming already, they may now that you are shouting about."
Others also realized this and one of them cuffed Pig Killer to the side of the head. Others were about to join in when Max said, "Enough." No wonder Aunty Entity wanted me to lead this group, he thought. They haven't got a brain to share amongst themselves. "Show me what's got you so excited." He waved the other men to stay where they were. Aunty's men did as they were told. Some took watch positions to warn against Ape troops coming toward them, but most just sat on the ground where they fell.
Pig Killer led Max and Jedediah down an old path along an overgrowth area of the riverbed. "Down this way," Pig Killer said with a toothy grin. "You haven't seen somethin' by the likes of this before, I betcha!"
Max said nothing as he followed. The old pilot, Jedediah, had plenty to say but kept most of it at a low mutter. After a few moments they had wandered into a thicker growth of vegetation and were closer to the river. Presently, they came upon a man with his back towards them studying something while on his knees. He wore a vest made out of crocodile hide, and even had a hat made out of the material.
"This here's 'Crocodile Dundee'," introduced Pig Killer. "He can track anything anywheres."
The man stood up and turned before Max could see what he had been examining so closely. "G'Day, mate. Name's Mikey Dundee. I inherited the name Crocodile Dundee from my dad. He was the first to have the Crocodile Dundee moniker."
"Better name than some people have," Max said, not introducing himself. Jedediah laughed, and Pig Killer just blushed. "But people need to live and accept the names they've been given. Or change them later when they're older."
"Heh, I think I'll keep my name," Pig Killer chuckled. "I rather think I've been branded for life with it," he expressed, sticking out his exposed chest even more bearing the words 'Pig Killer' scrolled in red scar tissue. "At least no one'll mistake me for someone else," he said, laughing at his own expense.
"What's this thing that we're supposed to be so impressed with?" Max asked, looking just past Dundee's shoulder and seeing a large reptile floating on the water's edge. "A dead croc?"
"Yeah," Dundee said. "But the interesting thing is how it died." Dundee stepped into the water to get close to the large reptile. As he pulled the dead floating carcass to the shore, its head came to the surface. In its jaws, the crocodile's grin revealed the dead body of a Baboon unlike any that they had ever saw before.
"Why's it covered in metal?" Jedediah asked.
"If it thought that the metal would protect him from the croc, then it was a bloomin' idiot," Pig Killer remarked.
"Nah. You got it all wrong," Dundee said. "Look at that stuff. She didn't place it on herself. It's been grafted to her body."
Max bent down to look at the Baboon body as the tracker brought it closer to shore. The gender wasn't that apparent to him, but the creature was wet, covered in metal and entrapped in a crocodile's jaws; he wasn't going to touch either of the dead creatures. He didn't have to in order to tell that Dundee was right. Whatever had been done to the Baboon must have involved surgery of some kind. The equipment looked very advanced and powerful, especially the long weapon-like thing that either replaced or encapsulated its right arm. Somewhere on the Baboon's body must have been a power supply to run the machinery but evidently the crocodile had bit into it, which electrocuted the watery predator, leaving dark scorch marks around it's jaws.
"Baboons ain't smart enough to do that kind of work," Jedediah said in a shocked tone. "They just can't be."
Dundee ignored the pilot's comments, choosing instead to explain what he did know. "The way the tracks tell it, she was walking down this path from downstream. Right about where Pig Killer is standing was where the croc reached up, bit into her and pulled her into the water."
Pig Killer took a few steps back from the water, swallowing thoughtfully. After pausing for a second he asked, "What tracks? I don't see any tracks?"
"That's because you're walkin' all over them," Dundee pointed out. "Slow but steady, she was very methodical in her walk. Didn't seem weak despite all the extra weight she carrie-."
"Her blood is whitish-gray," Max interrupted.
"I was wondering when you'd notice," grinned Dundee. They all looked down at the wounds caused by the crocodile's bite. Most of the blood had been washed away by the river but on the edges they could see faint traces of the white substance on the surface of the wound. "And that's not all," he shoved the head of the alligator more towards the shore, catching it on some rocks so that it wouldn't sink into the water. Reaching in back of him he pulled out a hunting knife with a foot-long blade, then proceeded to cut open a vein on the Baboon and bring it up to the surface with some prying.
"Is that circuitry?" Jedediah said in amazement. "I ain't seen anybody able to use that stuff since the Big Electro Bomb messed 'em all up at the start of the Ape Rebellion."
"So maybe there are some scientists still experimenting on monkeys somewheres." Pig Killer glanced around the riverbank. "Probably right near here."
"Whatever it is, we still have a mission to do," Max said.
"I volunteer to take the monkey back for Aunty to look at," spoke up Jedediah.
Max grinned. "Naw, I want you with me, Jedediah. Pig Killer's taking this prize back to Aunty Entity."
"I am?" Pig Killer asked in surprise.
"You are." Max's tone made it final and no one disputed him. "Any other tracks like the one this creature made?" Max asked Dundee.
Dundee paused in his work. He had been using his knife to cut the muscles that kept the crocodile's mouth closed so that they could pull the Baboon out of it's grip. "Nah, but it's possible that it could have been a scout for a large party."
"Right." He scratched his chin briefly as he plotted possibilities in his head. "We'll go ahead. I'll send two fellas down with a mule to help Pig Killer with Aunty's present. Dundee, you can catch up with us after you're done here."
Dundee nodded as he resumed his work on the dead croc. Pig Killer stumbled into the water gingerly as he moved to help him.
Max hit Jedediah hard on the shoulder as he moved to leave. "Come on," Max commanded.
Jedediah grumbled quietly to himself, but glanced back at the dead Baboon that was only halfway visible in the water and wondered what had changed the Baboon. He also wondered if it could be done to a Human.
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(original) AuThOr'S NoTeS from August 2004
I've started a new career as a CNA working in an Alzheimer's facility and have started taking college classes this summer in order to become a Registered Nurse. I will also be taking an Anatomy and Physiology class starting in October so I will be trying to wrap up my story as quickly as possible by shortening it. I won't be able to write about all the other adventures on parallel Earths, but I will write the final one where it all gets fixed and I explain how. At that time, I will also give synopsis of what I had planned to use in those other worlds and who I had planned to bring in to fix the Borg problem. After ending this series, I hope to eventually write some shorter stories with different plots. I hate to say it but I'm getting tired of bashing the Borg all the time even though I keep using new ways to do it. I've loved doing this series though and I'm glad to have had all you readers along as I explored and expanded my imagination.
I also would like to inform you that my wife (been married almost 2 years now) is pregnant and we are expecting our first child in mid-April.
Oh, and the big beast that was approaching Spur as he was passing out was Bronx of the Gargoyles.
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AuThOr'S NoTeS from 5-4-2021
A lot of life events have happened since I originally wrote this over a decade and a half ago. First, I've become disabled and was not able to become an RN. Second, still happily married and still like to brag about my wife and how wonderful she is. Third, I did keep writing, and finished it with A Tangled Web Part 8: Endgame. So that is something to look forward to.
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Characters in order of appearance or just being mentioned:
Spur – my own created character that is somewhere after Conquest of the Plant of the Apes (1972)
Hawk– my own created character that is somewhere after Conquest of the Plant of the Apes (1972)
Ogre – my own created character that is somewhere after Conquest of the Plant of the Apes (1972) (mentioned only)
Chimpanzees – from the movie Planet of the Apes (1968), Escape from the Planet of the Apes (1971), Conquest of the Planet of the Apes (1972), Battle for the Planet of the Apes (1973)
Gorillas – from the movie Planet of the Apes (1968), Escape from the Planet of the Apes (1971), Conquest of the Planet of the Apes (1972), Battle for the Planet of the Apes (1973)
Baboons – this group is related to the simians in the movie Primal Force (1999)
Bronx (voiced by Frank Welker) – from the cartoon Gargoyles (1994-1996), Gargoyles: The Goliath Chronicles (1996)
Carter, Edison (Matt Frewer) – from the TV series Max Headroom (1987)
Doctor, The 4th (Tom Baker) – from the TV series Doctor Who (1974-1981)
Robocop / Murphy, Alex (Richard Eden) – from the TV series RoboCop (1994-1995)
Kenny (Myles Ferguson) – from the TV series Highlander (1994-1995)
Headroom, Max (Matt Frewer) – from the TV series Max Headroom (1987)
Morgan, William Ray 'Pudface'(James Kidnie) – from the TV series RoboCop (1994)
Leela (Louise Jameson) – from the TV series Doctor Who (1977-1978)
Rockatansky, 'Mad' Max (Mel Gibson) – from the movie Mad Max (1979), Mad Max 2: The Road Warrior (1981), Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome (1985)
Jedediah the Pilot (Bruce Spence) – from the movie Mad Max 2: The Road Warrior (1981), Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome (1985)
Pig Killer (Robert Grubb) – from the movie Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome (1985)
Aunty Entity (Tina Turner) – from the movie Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome (1985) (mentioned only)
Dundee, Mikey 'Crocodile'(Serge Cockburn) – from the movie Crocodile Dundee in Los Angeles (2001)
Dundee, Michael J. 'Crocodile' (Paul Hogan) – from the movie Crocodile Dundee (1986), Crocodile Dundee II (1988), Crocodile Dundee in Los Angeles (2001) (mentioned only)