FIC: Dauntless: Forgotten Heroes (3/?)

["Shadow" <Shadowlander1@xxxxxxx>]

Title: Dauntless: Forgotten Heroes (3/?)
Author: Shadowlander
Email: Shadowlander1@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx - or - Tankesly@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Summary: Three universes have come together to form one, now a ship and
its crew must put things back to normal... or what passes for normal
anyway.

DAUNTLESS: FORGOTTEN HEROES (3/?)

{Security to Sickbay}
Commander Natasha Yar looked up from the science station with a frown as
the words sounded over the ship's intercom. 'Now what?' she asked
herself, quickly closing out the screen she had been looking over of the
latest readings from the dwarf star they had been monitoring. Within
seconds she was looking at a new screen, this one displaying what was
happening in sickbay, sometimes it was good being the first officer.

"What is that supposed to be?" the security officer, manning the
tactical station, questioned having also accessed the onboard security
monitoring logs from his post. "Commander the intruder appears to be
human," the officer reported after a moment, "a rather colour blind
human." He couldn't help but add, wondering if humans really did dress
like that or if the intruder was some type of deviant that escaped from
a mental asylum.


Sickbay -

The vampire growled lowly at Whistler, absently noting that the
intruder looked like something out of an old pornographic movie from the
late 1970s. The security chief hated that decade, considering disco to
be one of the most heinous forms of torture ever devised by mankind, and
to think it was his kind that was considered to be evil. "Out with it
you wanker, I haven't eaten today," he growled, eager to drain the
walking fashion disaster after he amused himself with torturing him for
a couple of hours first. Granted the ship's doctor may not be too happy
about all the blood and mangled corpse he would leave behind, but Spike
was pretty sure he could distract the redhead with a smile or two.

Rahne Sinclair settled into a crouch ready to pounce, her enhanced
senses working in overdrive; trying to assess the influx of information
coming at her from all directions. The air was heavy with the scent of
magic, 'White magic', she noted almost absently, cocking her head to one
side to observe the dissipating portal Whistler had stepped through to
get on the ship. As for Whistler himself, the young werewolf noted the
faint glow around the oddly dressed little man, to her senses he
radiated a power that seemed to be a cross between good and evil.

"I was sent by The Powers That Be, they want you're help in fixing
something", Whistler said, after a moment silently cursing his luck in
getting this assignment, he just knew that these people he was supposed
to be working with were going to be difficult.

"And that would be?" Magneto asked, growing impatient and if he was
getting restless, he knew that Spike and Rahne were just about ready to
jump out of their respective skins and kill something or someone.

"The universe", came the soft-spoken reply.

Silence reigned in sickbay for nearly a minute, "Okay, can I kill him
now?" the vampire asked suitably unimpressed.

"Explain," Lensherr growled, choosing to ignore his security chief for
the moment. While on one hand he was more then willing to feed this
intruder to the vampire, on the other he would be no closer to finding
out what was happening to Cordelia if he did. His first responsibility
was to his crew, besides he could always let the vampire have him later,
once Cordelia was on her feet again.

After a deep breath to steady himself, he just knew it was going to be a
long day, Whistler began, "Approximately ten thousand years ago there
was an accident... something that should of never of happened, happened.
Five very powerful demons from across time joined forces and tried to
overthrow TPTB; only they failed. Instead of replacing the Powers they
tore a hole in the space/time continuum that had disastrous effects.
Three universes were instantly destroyed because of this, as a quick fix
TPTB combined the remnants of the three universes into one, to stop
further contamination of the space/time continuum. This reality is the
result of the tear, this ship and crew are not supposed to exist."

"This git is out of his damn mind", William Blood growled, deciding that
he was going to kill the badly dressed interloper slowly and painfully,
already picking out the railroad spikes from his vast collection to do
the torturing with. "He still hasn't explained what he did to Chase...
let me and Rahney have him for a bit, we'll get some answers out of
him."

"In her proper universe, Cordelia Chase works for TPTB, she is a seer
that acts as the link to the Powers for a souled vampire trying to find
redemption for his past crimes. In order for you to fix this mess, you
are going to need a link to the Powers as well..."

"And Cordelia gets volunteered", Beverly Crusher cut in with a sneer,
crossing her arms over her chest and giving Whistler a dirty look.
"Although I doubt she is going to be much use to us like she is right
now." She didn't care about any accidents that happened ten thousand
years ago or the fact that the life she was living was apparently wrong,
all that mattered was that one of her patients was in a near catatonic
state. She was half tempted to let the vampire torture and kill the
little man, hell she may even watch and take notes.

"Her current condition is due to the interference of one of the demons
that caused this mess in the first place. The last thing the five
demons in question want is for all of this to be fixed, to go back and
face judgment for their acts."

"And exactly where can we find this dead little demon?" Spike
interrupted with an evil look in his eyes. 'We kill the bugger
responsible for putting Cordelia in sickbay, then this worthless git',
he decided firmly.

"Cordelia will be the one to lead you to him and all the others, but
first..." Whistler said, indicating the unconscious young woman on the
bed with a nod of his head.

"If you can get her out of her current state do so... but slowly one
false move and you will pray for death", Lensherr growled, after a
moment seeing no other way out of the strange situation he and his crew
had just been placed in by these mysterious Powers That Be.

Whistler moved over to the bed, careful to keep his hands in plain site
knowing without a doubt that the vampire and werewolf would be more then
happy to tear him apart. Waving his hand over the still form on the
bed, the badly dressed little man give Lensherr a little grin and
disappeared in a flash of light, leaving a furious master of magnetism
and two creatures of the night determined more then ever to have his
head, behind.

"I am beginning to hate him", Rahne growled, her eyes flashing with
barely contained rage.

A movement on the bed got everyone's attention as Cordelia slowly
drifted
back toward consciousness. "Hmmm. what happened?" she questioned after
a moment wondering how she got in Sickbay, the last thing she remembered
was being on the bridge about to relieve Doug Ramsey at the Operations
Station.

End Part 3 -

Okay guys, I assure you that things will start making a bit more sense
soon. And I will start focusing on key characters in upcoming parts...
just as soon as I get through the command staff meeting. Oh come on,
you guys knew that there was going to be, at least, one meeting!
<rotfl> So what do you think? Still interested in finding out how all
of this ends?


Shadow --
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and Vampire Teddy Bear; Official Dungeon Keeper and Big Bad. Official
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